Slack Motherfucker #3

What I remember most about my first time listening to The Pastels was that it was outdoors in a public park just outside Gurnee, Il., and some kid with a Jewfro, wearing a Fred Perry shirt played a cassette tape labeled “Scottish Indie”. These were the delicate days of me graduating from the 14-16 year old snotty punk rocker into a somewhat more sophisticated listener of music, that I feel at 29, I’m almost on my way to becoming. That […]

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