download, consumes, crack (part 1) distracted by miles of playlists and 'tips for buying' (or download) of stuff that continues to flow endlessly like a river in flood.
for a day, not chase the latest group bundle-super-hype produced by the warp, leave out the new piper new-folk, shit sent to the buttocks sculettanti of punk-funk-crap.
take a break dall'ossessionante search of the near-nothing, and if you've never heard of a group called 'television' and an album called 'Marquee Moon', compratevelo. do yourself a favor. you can say that I have heard a perfect album. perfect guitar. never heard anywhere else for what they do. a perfect voice. published in 1977, but it is as if he were released yesterday. disks do not have the perfect age, right?
a record that makes you finally remember that you can feel the chills when you hear the music.
Our Lips Are Sealed, Our breath is burning,
These cold wild seas Have left us turning. 
