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The night is young: 7:30 p.m. local Eastern Standard Time.
Drunk and still blogging.
Probably nothing is going to make sense in this post. Prepare yourselves for the convoluted stream of consciousness of a lonely writer and blogger living on the East Coast of the United States of America. 755 more words
I ask you, whatever happened to the pure, natural and sweet sounding female vocals? Nowadays, when we think of girls that can sing, we picture the American Idol archetypes where the songs are all covers, or the words chosen without subtlety, and the vocals sound like a hedonistic nightmare of autotune, weird vocal trills and post production garbage that makes you wonder how many robots were sacrificed in order to produce a single we’ll immediately forget about after the radio stops playing it 50 times a day. 318 more words