Holy shlabeezles people, I’ve woken up feeling like a flat pile these last two mornings, and I don’t mean carpet. (Pretend I said that like Mike from “The Young Ones.”) I also dreamt about a group of angry rappers whose latest album was a huge, mazelike, physical interpretation of what they felt was the unfortunate status of hip-hop today.
Here’s a list of some other things that will be happening while I am sleeping all day.
Elvis Perkins – While You Were Sleeping from Ash Wednesday
