Wow, I can still write one more quick post and catch the elimination on Top Chef. I have very pedestrian needs, people. So, let's blog about Matt Pond PA's "Brooklyn Stars." Plaintive, vaguely tired vocals--another victim of the great ennui of the aughts, I guess. This is a pleasant song, but it's of a piece that runs into another like a giant West Elm tone on tone quilt. Where are the Kaffe Fassett bizarro colored vegie-prints? The poison greens and cheddars? The freaky mix of corduroy and wool? We cannot live by Real Simple alone, dear reader.
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