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with the lights low! with the lights off! with a candle! i just did it so that means you should too! cleanse your psyche, thereās mental dirt and grime too, man! Let it wash down the drain!
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Sep 2, 2024
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Donāt need to turn on lights because Iām letting the sunlight in from the window.
Donāt have to hurry because I donāt need to get ready for work or bed.
ok gonna go wash my hair byeee
Apr 12, 2025
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Initially itās the scariest thing ever - I thought the demons were gonna kill me - but once you get used to it, itās the perfect time to unwind in the warmth of the water on your body. Maybe play some music, light a small candle if itās too dark and just relax.
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Probably my fave Bowie album- or at least the one that helped me locate a personal resonance with Bowie. Itās jagged, fragmented and manic- written coming off of a nasty coke addiction in Berlin (the coke addiction is NOT where I found personal resonance btw). Where in the hell am I, seems to be the question.
Always Crashing In The Same Car might be the best Bowie song. The poetics of repeated mistakes.
4d ago
Listen, this aināt a hot take, and Iām pretty behind on this tune- but as far as song-titles that start with āI wannaā goā¦ this is currently in the 12th inning overtime with I Wanna Be Your Dog by The Stooges.
Seriously, the only thing I dont like about this song is that it ends. The Roses could go in and out of jams for 20 minutes using Ian Brownās chant as a refrain and Iād be listening to it all day.
Itās crazy. the music just comes at you like an airborne toxic event and overtakes you. The magic of the mix, I guess.
I still donāt think that their self titled is deserving of the best british album of all time. Madchester was a cute moment though.
Whatever this is, need more now.
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This album is like when youāre in the park on a summer day, a bit stoned, and everything seems to be pretty hazy. No oneās really following a conversation per se, and no one knows how long youāve been sitting there for.
One of four highly anticipated solo records from the Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young boys, released in I think ā71. I dont know enough about CSNY to compare and contrast (except that I know Neil Young was never interested much in this kind of la-la-laāing on his solo efforts).
I like this record because itās like insight into the mind of the last living Hippie, the true Hippie- snapshots and reel to reels from the end of the Love Decade. It sorta feels like Crosbyās standing there in the rain wondering what happened to everyone, when was it hip to get paranoid? Maybe we were lost in a flower dream the whole time!
This is seriously easy listening- and I disagree with Lester Bangs who called it āthe perfect aural aid to digestionā- this is music to wander around to, to contemplate some things to, or just to zone out to.
4d ago