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Misadventures and Ruminations

of Soma "Her?" Roy

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Washing dishes, scrubbing down the stove, listening to my music library on shuffle as loud as it'll go. I harmonize with Jim Adkins and belt it out with that little Paramore girl. The pots start clamoring in anticipation as Jeremy Enigk and mewithoutYou build it up (In darkness, a light shines on you), and then the dishes go wild as it breaks. And everything calms back down as The Books kick in. We're on every Friday night, and it's always packed.

I never listened to Hey Mercedes growing up, but I wish I had. I don't know why or how, but I feel like I'm 16 again when I listen to their stuff. I don't long for my adolescence; high school was horrible, but I do miss feeling fired up all the time. Now I'm all burned out. Butcher that metaphor.


Eleven To Your Seven - Hey Mercedes

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