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Grab Your Headphones cuz we got an abundance of dope tracks!

Not only do I promote music. I also make apps! Check out my latest game which you can play while you jam out to all this dope music!

https://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=com.goldenmindcreations.sequencesays

I belong on a beach with messy hair, tanned skin.. a cold beer.. and music..  watching the waves..

Before the entrance to the pub stands a doorkeeper.  Inside the pub a small crowd has gathered:  Lou Reed, Jonathan Richman and Mark Eitzel, Morrissey, Robert Pollard, Paul Westerberg and the elusive Don Lennon, the smart men from Wire and the surly Philip Larkin, Paddy McAloon, the good folks of Underworld and Yo La Tengo, Grant McLennan and Robert Forster, Ian Curtis and Lisa Germano, Annika Norlin, Stew, Mark E. Smith, Babybird, Rilke, and still others.  To this doorkeeper comes Marshmallow Fortresses, who prays for admittance.  The doorkeeper thinks it over for a moment, then answers, “Not now.”  
	Many days and years pass.  The pub door is always open, and through it he hears one miraculous song after another.  Marshmallow Fortresses repeatedly asks to enter so that he may  commune with his heroes, but the doorkeeper always responds in the same indifferent manner: “Not now.”  
	In time Marshmallow Fortresses grows old and his hearing begins to fail.  He gestures to the doorkeeper, who curtly asks, “What is it this time?”  In a creaky whisper, Marshmallow Fortresses observes, “How does it happen that for all these many years no one but myself has begged for entry here?”  The doorkeeper bursts out laughing.  “Are you serious?  Every  aging Smiths fan has been crowding this door since forever.  But, as for you, I’m now going to shut it for good.”

(An altar to Franz Kafka)   

tl: dr    Wire did it all, and did it all better


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Oh and,
shoegaze rocks. 



Julie Fader - Maps

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