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The countdown's over and Julia Jacklin's been wrecking me track by track on this couch. Somewhere in there the wine talked me into shooting something you're going to want — green, like the tips I'm proud of. Come see what I mean, cutie?
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Madds Buckley's new record finally made it onto my turntable and somewhere around the middle of it I stopped being a spectator. Oil, lace, slow hands — the album did most of the talking. Unlock it and tell me which track got to you, cutie 😏
Up before the sun for opening shift, and the towel is barely committing either. Coffee hasn't happened yet, so be gentle with me. Tell me it's too early for this, trouble?
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Rachel Chinouriri's new record finally went on and somewhere around track three I stopped paying attention to the music entirely. The sea's doing its thing out the window and so am I. Unlock this one and see what the album did to me, cutie 😏
Dog-sitting gig and the dog claimed the rug while I claimed the whole couch. My flannel gave up on staying decent somewhere around the second nap attempt, and I'm not fighting it. Come waste this afternoon with me, sweetheart?
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The countdown I've been terrible at is officially over — Fontaines D.C. finally landed and the wine got poured before the needle even dropped. The grey dress made it about half a record before I started making other decisions, and I caught a little set of it on camera. Curious what you'd have done by track six, cutie?
Sadurn's first record in four years dropped today, so I pulled the bike over halfway home to give The Underworld my full attention. Some albums deserve more than being pedaled through. You'd have stopped too, sweetheart?
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Somewhere between the laundry pile and the second glass of wine, I pointed the camera at myself again. This set has a lot less talking and a lot less clothes than my usual. Curious enough to see what happened next, sweetheart?
There's a new Eels record out tomorrow called Cookie Happened and I have never felt seen by an album title before. Come walk the last stretch with me, sweetheart?
House-sitting means the guest room rules are my rules, and the guest room rules say pants are optional. Two more sleeps till Fontaines D.C. and The Avalanches land and I'm counting down in the least productive way possible. Come crawl back under these covers with me, trouble?
Fell asleep halfway through Benny Hagerty's debut and the runout groove had to click me awake. The other new singer-songwriter record's still sealed on the table — which one gets spun next, honeybun 😴