bitterbutter

"I'm not sorry I met you"

Today is one of those cold rainy October days that make me want to sit in a coffee shop staring out the window with a vague sense of sadness. The kind of sadness that you only get when nothing is really wrong.

But alas, I am at work. I brought my little dog in with me. He seemed like he wanted to go to a coffee shop and stare out the window this morning too.


Hey, Pitchforkmedia.com has a great essay on "Indie-pop". I love the title, "Twee as Fuck". It's really good. I thought I would read it and think, "hey! What about this...and this...and them?!?" But no. It's pretty complete.