Her Name Is Calla

Should I apologize for the inconsistency in taste on this blog?
I don't think so. I think the way we're evolving as listeners, for the most part, inconsistency is key.
My brain needs to hear some Max B, some Hudson Mohawke, and some Sam Cooke in the same sitting,
or I'm not going to be a happy camper.

Here's something for fans of The Microphones or Twilight Sad.
I've always got a place in my heart for serene and scarce music,
despite how much ignorant shit fills up my Itunes playlist.

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