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| When I first started dating, I used to play Starflyer 59's Gold album almost non-stop before dates. I don't know why. It's depressing as hell. Maybe it helped me reinforce a defeatist attitude instead of falling to depraved emotions like... ickk... love. The absolute droning of the guitars makes even the most mundane evening seem sacred. I went on to pick through retail stores all over the Las Vegas valley searching for their other records. I've been able to find most of them, but none have quite the same special quality as that first. Gold. It's pure gold. |
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