My contrary friend Marie Lynn is giving me a hard time. She writes as rarely as Sciortino, she is nervous about going to the titus interview -which is feeling more moot by the day, and we have been tussling over VW’s superb Contra, which I love and she kinda likes.
Or did like. “I hate ‘I Think You’re A Contra'” she texted me, reffering to the superb coda to the album “Will somebody tell him to shut the fuck up.”
It feels slight but it isn’t. It is highly fragile, somewhat magical, and worryingly oblique. Not unlike Marie lynn herself.
Or did like. “I hate ‘I Think You’re A Contra'” she texted me, reffering to the superb coda to the album “Will somebody tell him to shut the fuck up.”
It feels slight but it isn’t. It is highly fragile, somewhat magical, and worryingly oblique. Not unlike Marie lynn herself.