Once again proving that for all Weepies songs, lim(t→∞) iTunesStars = 5...

This song has become something of a soundtrack for the last few bleak, rainy days.

Happy winter soltice, everybody.

Open letter to Deb Talan:
Dear Deb,

I have a serious proposal. Let me have your babies. A lot of them. I'll make it happen. You're likely skeptical, but science can work in our favor.

If you should respectfully decline this open ended offer, please, do us all a favor and make as many copies of yourself as possible. We need you.

Love,
neurophyre
Nine ( Read more... )

Tonight would have been almost perfect if a small Asian lady didn't effectively evaporate like $1000 or so from my financial well-being by running into me in an intersection in Brighton. My bumper is fucked up, everything else is fine, and The Weepies were great. Steve's voice was busted and the show was still totally worth it despite the lack of ( Read more... )