It's time to say farewell to that best of seasons. It's been a good summer; not epic, but very enjoyable. I must confess, this post is a bit perfunctory, just feeling ever so nostalgic and at a loss for words. I could rail on Drew for kicking his blog to the curb like last week's garbage, but I'm not going to. After all, I'm going to his show tonight, where he'll no doubt perform unnecessary covers of über-standards to a bunch of half-awake dudes in Siemens t-shirts.
Instead here are some quick words of advice about to how to make the most of Fall: don't go to any shows featuring musicians over the age of 45; don't buy any music currently featured in Spin or Alternative Press magazines (if they still exist); visit Pitchfork once a season at most; do not form a 2 person band, esp. if one member is a girl; don't reminisce about how you saw Flava Flav at Hopscotch; don't reminisce about Hopscotch; visit the Louis St. Lewis exhibit on Franklin St. this month; if you're going to the State Fair, make sure you smoke the stickiest weed beforehand, find the Wisconsin Cheese stand, and ride the Music Express (just like Snooki on Jersey Shore), in that order, then leave; read fiction; don't wear a baseball hat unless you have a mitt on your hand; no fat chicks.
Alright, I'm breaking out to the mall. Till next time.
Alright, I'm breaking out to the mall. Till next time.
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