One of the first records I can remember owning where there were no breaks between songs because Who brainiac Pete Townshend conceived of it as a concept record -- his unrelated songs were all connected by fake commercials and public service announcements (one track is even called "Heinz Baked Beans"), it's supposed to be a pirate radio broadcast from Radio London.
I just listened again and the peel session of the fall performing Eat Y’self Fitter is gold standard post punk. John Peel allegedly passed out because the performance was so intense (sounds unlikely but also the song speaks for itself, light headedness would surely follow).
Get a haircut, get rid of some clothes you haven’t worn in years, get a new houseplant, get in touch with the changing season, get grounded, get stoned, get in touch with some old friends, get some ice cream, get going
Friends you met out in the neighborhood at a bar or park or cafe or wherever a couple times and struck up a rapport with.
You don’t have eachother’s phone numbers, no social media info.
I have a couple friends like this and it’s been such a nice social change up. Always a pleasant surprise to bump into them out and about.
