Just one of the fabulous bands you'll learn about this year.
Well, hello there! I apologize for the current condition of our woozy little blog, on which posting is about as regular as the digestive tracts at Shady Lane Retirement Village. Coming out of hibernation, it is yawning and sputtering as it awakens for a sparkling new year. I assure you, soon the posting will as predictable as the line at the Shady Lane bathrooms after oatmeal night.
Don’t worry, we MEISAnites (MEISAnians? MEISA-mates? MEISAmanics? whatever) are equipped with plenty of witty observations on the music scene and an infinite list of stellar recommendations; we just didn’t want to shock your systems with too much at once. I’ve melted some brains before with overloads of tremendous music, and I just can’t handle the guilt. Or the cleaning afterward.
I hope there isn’t a real Shady Lane Retirement Village, or I’m going to receive a lot of shakily written, oatmeal smudged letters addressed to “the whipper snapper on that consarned intra-web.”
Anyway, look out this evening for my impressions of Pitchfork Music Festival as a long-time follower, first-time attendee.
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