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Altered Tapes is back. AGAIN! Again with the smooth. Again with the head nods. Again with the "hell yea". No bullshit, this music makes me want to light the grill. "They Said (An Ode to Chicago)" drops at the perfect time. It's supposed to hit 60F this week and most of us have been going crazy stuck inside after one of the worst and longest winters in modern memory. Maker and DJ Trew come back with the SPRING FATNESS and I wanna step the hell outside with this as my soundtrack. Whenever new Altered Tapes mixes drop there's a reason to celebrate, but freal freal, I've never felt more cooped up in my entire life and tracks like this make me wanna make a Michael Jordan hoop video starring myself with this as the soundtrack. I'm that slo mo old bald white man shooting hoops on a rim...

AUDeGO are one of my weaknesses. That gorgeous lilt on her voice makes me feel like I'm in some strange dream and the daughter of Beth Gibbons is slowly pulling some magical sword out of some mythical stone and with every slow pull I get more and more anxious.  Not like the shitty anxiety that living in 2019 causes all up inside me, but like that sexual anxiety of knowing you're about to get some and you have all the time in the world.  YEA, THAT'S IT. AUDeGO sound like I'm about to get some stank on my hanglow (as the catholics are calling it these days).  Actually, if I really think about it, and if I focus on the title of the track, maybe this new single "Ode To Self" is the song that plays while we set up for an evening of self-love and pampering. I know that my self-love...

I did something Friday night that I've never done. Actually, I think I did a few things I've never done, but there was one specific faux pas that I not only performed flawlessly, I openly embraced how incredibly corny I might have appeared. Yes, last night, I blatantly wore the shirt of the band I went and saw at that band's show, and I fucking loved it. I rolled around and reveled in my handflapping fanboy fandom as if it was a pile of freshly laundered sheets. I went puppy getting comfortable on this motherfucker. The last time Gang of Youths came through Chicago in March of this year, they managed to super pack Subterranean something fierce. Nuts to butts as hell, I swears, 400 something people clamoring to touch that dude's hair. Yet the time before, in June of 2017, GoY only drew two...