Wednesday, June 10, 2009

death poems for the living gods of america

In spite of pleasant ratings all around, some from colleagues and friends, I don't think much of my (probably) favorite band's new album. Sorry Alfred, Jason, general consensus. Swayed by a typically wired performance, my girlfriend, our friend Leah, Rob Harvilla, and $2 pulled pork sliders, I actively enjoyed four of the new ones at an Apple store appearance on Tuesday. But Rather Ripped didn't have to bribe me so.

2 Comments:

Blogger Alfred Soto said...

But I agree with you!

12:08 PM, June 27, 2009  
Blogger kiss out the jams said...

I'm just being a lovable crank.

1:51 PM, June 27, 2009  

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