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There's a sense of finality to watching the last vestiges of a club stamp fade from the back of your hand. Something about the nature of memory, and the inexorable march of time.
I get teary watching the montage in Goal! as Santiago rises to prominence at Newcastle. Basically because South's "Paint the Silence" is one of the most moving brit-rock anthems ever recorded.
The haunting, reverberated guitar riff, airy, almost (almost!) nonsensical vocals, and especially the slightly off-kilter beat of indie drone rock outfit Mew's "Special" make it one of the most unforgettable tracks in recent memory. "special, you're like a rocket through me, i cannot this time"
I've apparently missed a bunch of Popscene shows by up-and-coming acts, most recently ¡Forward, Russia!. I need to get on the ball. Nothing is more frustrating than finding a band you think no one has heard of, reveling in their album for a few months, then finding out they were just in town last week. You weren't the only one who'd heard of them, genius.
Henchman #21: Here is where you are wrong, my friend. This woman has killed before.
Henchman #24: Allegedly.
Henchman #21: Ok, whatever. But she was a big girl. We are talking about a large, healthy woman of questionable stability.
Henchman #24: You are totally underestimating the never-say-die scrappiness of a survivor!
The Monarch: Hey, guess what? Nobody cares who would win in a crazy fantasy fist-fight between Anne Frank and Lizzy Borden!
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