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"HOLY SHIT WHAT DO I DO? BABY SEALS. OH SHIT. BABY SEALS."
"There’s a guy who looks exactly like me at the age of 23 dancing in a tie-die shirt and making come-hither eyes at me."
Donny Benet, Amanda Palmer and Abbe May made it another twisted year for Tomas Ford.
"On the new record, we’ve gone for a lot less of that schlocky stuff and a lot of the songs are more concerned with death, the idea of the soul and things like that."
I hope somebody reading my blog will donate me $15,000... Contact me directly if this is you.
My first Edinburgh review comes out in The Scotsman. I score three stars, which is better than I'd expected.
They stay for half a song, realise I'm not a comedian and fuck off to where they came from. This leaves me with two nice middle aged men to perform for.
I know what I'm in for. Three and a half weeks of anxiety, ecstasy, massive audiences followed by tiny crowds and simultaneously more validation and rejection than any human mind is built to deal with.
As such, this CD sucks, only acting as a good comparison device to their just-released Anthology.