Back in September, when I was doing an impromptu guest set at my friend's former residency in Berkeley, this guy goes up to me and sternly goes, "I want you to play MSTRKRFT, Passion Pit, and Justice."
It was just the intensity and specificity he carried when he said those words to me stuck. He must really like his MSTRKRFT, Passion Pit, and Justice.
That wasn't as bad as the dickface who who rided on my friend's notebook, looking for something to play, and prompted declared that there was nothing good (out of the hours upon hours upon hours of music on the notebook) to play on it.
Yup.
It was just the intensity and specificity he carried when he said those words to me stuck. He must really like his MSTRKRFT, Passion Pit, and Justice.
That wasn't as bad as the dickface who who rided on my friend's notebook, looking for something to play, and prompted declared that there was nothing good (out of the hours upon hours upon hours of music on the notebook) to play on it.
Yup.