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Queria andar de bicicleta. Andar em um frio sueco de 5 graus, encapado em um blusão, cachecol, tênis confortável e força nos pés. Pedalar, pedalar. Eu ando muito mal de bicicleta. só sei pedalar e não cair. Mas tenho força de vontade. Queria pedalar. Ir pra lá e pra cá. Pedala, Denis.

Sempre entro no Swedesplease, e, ontem, nuns posts antigos, achei esse tal de Ed Greene. Veja o clipe de "When the sky is about to fall" agora. É sensacional, de verdade. Só digo que eu queria morar nesse quarto do clipe, tipo um clube das mangas.
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(...)When it comes to Loveless, we understand each other so well that we nod and grunt like we're standing in front of Hank Hill's house. For me, it's been that way for some time: Seeing the letters "M", "B" and "V" next to each other in a review of another band's album is enough to get said record on my "music to check out" list. I suspect I'm not alone.

Now that Kevin Shields is in better health and is slowly returning to the scene, he's explained that Loveless was something of an albatross for him, that he never could find a proper way to follow it. He should be comforted by the fact that no one else has been able to follow it, either. I've long dreamt of an album that was "Like Loveless, but more," but I haven't found it. And so many hundreds of albums have tried. Perhaps this is the sound of a single idea perfected. We should move on and continue to explore the vast spectrum of sound and feeling music provides, but we'll always return to Loveless for what it alone can deliver. --Mark Richardson

Curti esse ai. Ouvi hoje voltando da faculdade. Alguém me explica a música "To Here Knows when"? É tipo uma agonia ao contrário. Agonia que desce da garganta pro estômago e faz seu duodeno dar pontadas. Onde fica o duodeno?

Vou encostar a cabeça e dormir.