The Sexy Sadness of Sufjan Stevens
I guess I don't know much about Sufjan but this is touching enough for me to want to listen.
Adequate use of the word flabbergasted.
On his fourth album No Shape (Matador), Hadreas floats through waves of intensity in every direction: gleaming hope, squirming lust, ~real love~, clever resistance from gay-fearing agendas, and the darkest nights of the soul. It is the first indie rock album in forever that I can imagine grinding to, thanks in large part to its sexy and richly atmospheric soundscapes.
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Often their technical talent doesn’t match their egos, so you spend significant amounts of time having to fix the problems they create. It’s also severely demotivating to see these problem behaviors rewarded by management who aren’t paying close enough attention.
Unlike my son, I haven’t spent my lifetime training my amygdala to ignore extreme exposure, or any of the other dangers up on the wall.
Just to be safe, we also own hipmonk.com but have no plans to expand our business into taking the agony out of tonsure.
This was the stuff of liberal dreams — even better than tandem bicycling to a Whole Foods salad bar to have a threesome with an endangered Northern Right Whale and Bernie Sanders on a pile of quinoa with NPR playing in the background.
"If life was just all fun and fellatio, then nothing good would ever get done. And no one would ever grow."