Hypothetically you could just set up a tv and microphone in your house but nothing compares to squeezing into a karaoke room with your friends like sardines and getting to order food while you all collectively sing the world’s worst rendition of Gee by Girls’ Generation
Somehow Soldout remains under appreciated, even in the midst of this "indie sleaze revival," or whatever they're calling it. 94 and For Your Next Girlfriend are a couple of my favs
I often bring my pocket moleskin with me on nights out. Writing/wired headphones on the train ride home is healing; a stream of consciousness under the influence is truly uninhibited.
