With occasional reflection on the perpetual absurdity/intrigue of life and society in general.

Wednesday, January 5, 2022

The Optical Files #3: Radiohead - Kid A (2000)

Once again, another album randomly chosen from about 180 CDs in Cullen Wade's basement. If you are confused about what's happening or why it's happening on this blog, click here for an intro.

WE'RE NOT SCAREMONGERING...THIS IS REALLY HAPPENING...
WE'RE NOT SCAREMONGERING...THIS IS REALLY HAPPENING...HAPPENING...

Every news broadcaster & public official who hasn't screamed that at the top of their segments every day of the 21st century has failed us.

I have a vivid memory of being 15 on a road trip with my parents, listening to Kid A on my Discman in the backseat when "Treefingers" came on & as I watched the landscape stretchblur sounds past the window in the colors soaking my headphones something changed in me. It was one of those coveted musical moments where text, context & headspace line up & you become a lightning rod. It had taken a few listens for Kid A to click, & that's part of the reason I am doing this series: to try to revive those older, patient listening habits where I waited for an album to unfold itself to me. After that moment in the backseat, my only disappointment with Kid A was that I hadn't gotten the 1st pressing with the secret booklet under the CD tray like my friend at school had.

The insert I did get was great enough though, a huge 28-panel gallery of abstract frozen landscapes, postmodern scissored glaciers translucent scratch forests dynamite torn geometry, utility gibbets & yawning caves the color of television tuned to a dead channel. So when a sneak attack snowstorm hit my town, snatched away our electricity & made my yard look like the ice mountains on the album cover, I gladly sat down in the dark to listen to Kid A by battery power, not even mad that the random number generator picked 2 Radiohead albums for the first 3 series entries.

Nigel Godrich & Radiohead push each other further than on OK Computer, pulling in new influences from Boards of Canada, La Monte Young, Philip Glass, Brian Eno & David Bowie's Low. Synths, samples, sines & signals drift above the sonic fog to make themselves known briefly before floating back down into the soup. The band even brings back their signature 3-guitar attack on the more rock-focused midsection duo of "Optimistic" & "In Limbo." This isn't the kind of record where you pick favorite tracks--it's best experienced as a whole--but aside from the transformative "Treefingers," I kept coming back to the icy mood-setting opener "Everything in Its Right Place" & the somewhere-between-dream-&-nightmare shuffle of "How to Disappear Completely," supposedly drawn from Michael Stipe's advice to Thom about how to handle rock stardom.

The Bends to Kid A run is pretty flawless, so picking a favorite is impossible & kind of pointless, but this isn't not the best Radiohead album ever.


2021 Between the Lines #01 - Images of Relevance

A series of relevant photographs/images - artistic, journalistic or amateur - that echo or amplify the year there are no words for.

A girl in her destroyed home, Gaza
Fatima Shbair/Getty Images, May 24

Link:  The Guardian 2021 Photographs

Monday, January 3, 2022

The Optical Files #2: Scarface - Made (2007)

Here's the second album randomly chosen from a list of about 180 CDs in Cullen Wade's basement. If you are confused about what's happening or why it's happening on this blog, click here for an intro.


I bought this CD on release day in 2007 & didn't vibe with it much. I doubt I listened to it in full more than half a dozen times, but my favorite tracks ("Burn," "Never," "Git Out My Face") made it onto some playlists. On this listen, I was surprised how many of the other songs felt familiar, so it must have wormed its way into my brain at some point. 

I pressed play & got discouraged when J. Prince, in his classic Rap-A-Lot intro, dropped the f-slur 20 seconds into the album, but things get better from there. Face was 36 when he made this album (coincidentally the age I am now), completing his transition from wild ass youngster to respected OG. (His next album was called Emeritus, if that tells you anything.) Gone is the Geto Boy who delighted in shoving shit in your face to shock you, replaced by the big homie who only tells you what you need to hear, but makes sure you hear it. It's as natural a progression for a principled street dude as it is for a terse, unfussy lyricist who makes every word count.

Face and Prince brought a solid squad of producers to the table for Made, including the genius Mike Dean (right around the time he got fully snatched up by Kanye), Nottz (who shows up for one song, the dull slut-shaming anthem "Girl You Know" ft. Trey Songz), & probably the most slept-on southern beatmaker, N.O. Joe. Joe, one of the architects of southern rap, flexes his cinematic soundscapes with "Never" & "Burn," both coldhearted odes to street life that Face fills with Raymond Chandler imagery. "Bigg Dogg Status" on the other hand, one of the only commercial-sounding tracks on the album, showcases the vintage N.O. Joe sound with tasteful 808s & dusty analog synths. The beat is almost engaging enough to make you ignore that Face used "squat to pee" as an insult 2 songs in a row.

Joe also had a hand in the album's centerpiece, "Boy Meets Girl," where that classic rubbery Rap-A-Lot bass (you know Mike Dean was lurking somewhere) meets Joe's signature synths. The song is a deft feat of storytelling: in addition to being characters, the boy represents heroin & the girl represents cocaine. Face deliberately blurs the lines between the 2 usages of "boy" & "girl," implicitly asking us at what point the drug starts consuming the person rather than vice versa. It's a stunning bit of writing & the album's best song.

Minor Rap-A-Lot producer Enigma contributes 2 beats, both of them limber, skittering chops: the classical-inspired "Git Out My Face," in which Scarface takes shots at other Texas artists like Paul Wall for their superficial content; & the album's other heavyweight, "Who Do You Believe In," which finds Face in existential sociopolitical mode. He starts with the personal, discussing the changes in his neighborhood & dropping a couplet which comes close to summing up the early hiphop zeitgeist: "The old folks is mad at us cuz they kids is lost/How you expect for us to teach when all you did was talk?" He then zooms out to discuss Middle Eastern strife, immigration clashes, Iraq & North Korea in a sweeping condemnation of what happens every time humans try to play God. The next few tracks are fine, but the album never recovers from the stark, staggering 1-2 punch of "Boy Meets Girl" & "Who Do You Believe In."

Made is not the best Scarface album, but it's no embarrassment. Unlike a lot of legacy acts, he wasn't resting on his laurels around this time. He uses the album to experiment with different flows, particularly pocket cadences molded to the beat. (Prominent on "Git Out My Face" & "Dollar.") Mostly the album just feels like it's missing something. It's a few inspired pieces, a few bits of filler, a few in between, with no thread of soul to tie it all together. Scarface, one of the all-time greats, has never made a truly bad album, but Made still doesn't give me too many reasons to revisit it.


Sunday, January 2, 2022

The Year in Blog, Welcome 2022 - reflections and observations

Welcome 2022.  This could go a lot of different ways. 

The level of apathy or action will be the determining variables.  Let's see what we can do about that... 

Photograph by tod gorman

biab

Saturday, January 1, 2022

The Optical Files #1: Radiohead - Pablo Honey (1993)

As promised, here's the first in the Optical Files series, randomly chosen from a list of about 180 CDs in Cullen Wade's basement. If you are confused about what's happening or why it's happening on this blog, click here for an intro.


What a way to start off this series & the year! with the first, least-loved album by a key band of my adolescence. I bought Pablo Honey in 2002 out of obligation & completionism after falling in love with the 4 albums that followed it. Back then the prevailing wisdom was "Pablo Honey sucks except for 'Creep' & 'Anyone Can Play Guitar,'" & I can't say I disagreed. It's certainly my least-listened Radiohead album of the first 6. But this series is all about fresh perspectives, so I went into this listen ready to love it.

Aaaaaaand...this album is ok. Once you accept that it isn't as experimental or risk-taking as their later work (they hadn't hooked up with Nigel Godrich yet, after all), you meet it on its own terms. Before the electrofuturism & ambitious songwriting, what set Radiohead apart was their 3-guitar attack. Generally it works like this: one guitar (usually Ed) picks some melodic figure with a clean tone, a 2nd guitar (always Jonny) stabs it through with jagged, overdriven lick fragments, while the 3rd guitar (usually Thom) ostensibly plays rhythm but is mainly there to spew out noise. The songs where they dial that in ("Prove Yourself," "Blow Out," the back half of "Stop Whispering") are where the album comes alive with hypnotic harmonic texture & they sound like no other band. Not coincidentally, those songs also point toward what the band would do later: "Prove Yourself" sounds like one of the Bends B-sides; "Blow Out" anticipates the ominous bossa nova shuffle they'd perfect on "Knives Out" & "Dollars and Cents."

Like a lot of debuts, Pablo Honey also includes a few stylistic dead ends, the sound of a band figuring out what works. "How Do You?", the clearest example of the band's post-punk roots, sounds like Buzzcocks meets Wire, and "Thinking About You" is an unselfconscious Dylanesque acoustic ballad.

16 year-old Cullen was right about one thing, though: "Anyone Can Play Guitar" is the showstopper by a mile, a massive rocker that combines the best elements of pre-OK Computer Radiohead: that wall of noise, a twisty arrangement, an anthemic chorus of triumphant despair. Phil's drums sound huge here, reverb-drenched compared to the dry mix of the rest of the album, & little touches like the pre-chorus fills & the upshots he puts on the title phrase during the hook make this a deceptively tricky song to play air drums to. (Believe me, I did. I play air everything when I rock out to this song.)

If you've been waiting for me to talk about "Creep," feel free to continue waiting. In the meantime, I'm gonna go put on "Anyone Can Play Guitar" again.

Bressonian Quote #25 - Notes from a Master Filmmaker


"The truth of cinematography [filmmaking] cannot be the truth of theatre, not the truth of the novel, nor the truth of painting. (What the cinematographer [filmmaker] captures with his or her own resources cannot be what the theatre, the novel, painting capture with theirs). "
- Robert Bresson



From:  Notes sur le Cinematographe/Notes on the Cinematographer (1975)

Friday, December 31, 2021

The Optical Files: An Introduction

Note from biab:  A new series by Cullen Wade, a longtime friend and collaborator with boyinabox.  
We always welcome Cullen's insights and are enthused to have a contribution in which he reflects upon music thru this unique editorial lens.       

My prime CD-buying years were roughly 1998-2008 (ages 13-23). I have no accurate record of how many CDs I purchased, stole, traded or was gifted during the decade in question, but today I still have approximately 180. Those 180 CDs will be the subjects of this series.

In 2022 I intend to listen to each CD one by one &, to the extent that I can stay on schedule, write about them every other day. If all goes according to plan, I'll make my way through all of them by the end of the year. Some of these albums I haven't listened to in years. Some of them I know as intimately as my own heartbeat. Some of them I've written about before. It's possible that one or two I've never actually heard all the way through. For some, I'm not sure why I bought them in the first place.

It just so happens that my heyday of CD buying lined up almost exactly with the heyday of file sharing. I pirated & burned a roughly equal number of CDs to those I purchased. There were various reasons to buy a CD rather than bootleg it, & the decision usually had nothing to do with how much I cherished the music. Some of my favorite albums--the most formative to my music taste--will not appear in this series. If there is enough interest, & if I'm not burned out, maybe I'll do the bootlegs in 2023.

As I said, there were many reasons to buy rather than pirate. Chief among these was my desire to own a physical object, to hold the artwork in my hand, to read the liner notes & observe the layout & design choices. Now more than ever, they remain artifacts of that heady time of musical discovery, of tastes forming, of identity forming with them.

Methodology
I will choose the albums in random order. There will be no chronology or genre grouping or any other comprehensible scheme. I will randomly select each album moments before I sit down to listen to it. I do not want time to prepare.

My attention span isn't what it used to be in the pre-cyborg smartphone days. (Is anybody's?) With this project I want to revive the art of the deep listen. To the extent that I can, I will listen to each album in full in a single sitting (I may give myself some grace in the case of double albums), without distractions. I will only listen to the physical CD that I own. No streams, no downloads, no rips. From the original optical disc to my ears. Since I do not have a working CD player in my car, this means that the listening will be done on my home stereo, pretty much exclusively. The only things I will allow myself to look at while listening will be the CD's insert & my own notes.

I will write my responses (I bristle at the idea of calling them "reviews") with regard to neither journalistic & critical integrity nor stylistic consistency. Some writeups may be stream of consciousness, some may be sociological, some may read like memoir. I will endeavor to discuss the music more than I discuss myself, but we'll see how that goes. I really like writing about myself. I promise not to get bogged down in crusty old-head-yells-at-cloud-ism, to wit:

Once upon a time, recorded music came out of physical objects. It wasn't plucked from the air, & you didn't have fingertip access to everything ever recorded. You bought, borrowed, traded or stole an object, put it into a device, & pressed play. It wasn't better or worse than what we have today, but it was different. A different kind of media demands a different kind of listening & a different kind of writing. At best, maybe I'll write something worth reading about the intersection of culture, pop culture, art, biography, and the passage of time. At worst, I'll get to revisit lots of good music. I hope you join me tomorrow for the first installment.

Tuesday, December 28, 2021

Red Rocket - Featured Film of Interest - Highly Recommended


Red Rocket, another intriguing film by Sean Baker, and another deep dive into a perpetual cycle of human suffering under the weight of stagnant, never-ending "same."  Yet somehow, the film itself is anything but stagnant, pulling the audience into the interior madness and motion of the insular reality. This time there is a bit more humor and potential relief up front, but consistent with the style, evolution and filmography of the budding auteur.  This is absurdist cinema at it's finest ("Cinema of the Absurd"- copyright me, 2021 - insert crooked grin here).
Personally, I think it is a fantastic film, and I was fully enthralled throughout the screening at this years Virginia Film Festival, but I feel that way about most of his work.  I have no doubt that many contentious discussions will be held around this film, and likely have already begun.  There is plenty of room to explore here.  The nature of vérité, subject matter, ethics and exploitation are all ripe and appropriate for discussion, which just makes it all the more fascinating.  Nothing like a film that spawns passionate and differing perspectives.  

Monday, December 27, 2021

Relevant PopCorn Quote: Tokyo - Money Heist


“A Lot Of People Believe We Only Find One True Love In Our Lives. But What They Don't Realize Is That We Can Have Several Lives.”

Tokyo (played by Ursula Corbero), Money Heist

Sunday, December 12, 2021

Fan Fun Opinions #01 - Top 10 TV/Streaming Show Intros

So, in my opinion, opinions mean absolutely nothing.  Well, absolutely nothing as far as useful dialogue or cognitive consideration or problem solving or creativity or personal evolution or evolution of any sort, or really anything of substance or purpose at all.  It was once said by a wise man you may have heard of, "Opinion is the wilderness between ignorance and knowledge," or something like that. However... opinions are fun.  They're fun to share and banter about with friends and peers and they're fun to sling around in casual socialization, but that's about as far as the usefulness goes.  Doesn't mean I don't enjoy the hell out of some good ole opinion banter, as long as we all know that none of it REALLY matters.  Inevitably, someone, usually a big David Fincher or James Cameron or Oliver Stone fan, goes and gets the idea that their opinion matters and ruins the fun for all.  We're not going to do that here.  We know our opinions don't mean a thing, and we rejoice in that freedom and knowledge.  

Now, informed opinions are a tad bit different, but we're treading into some murky waters in drawing such a distinction.  Informed opinions are like a halfway point or purgatory between opinions and informed ideas (quite contrary to opinions, they can and do hold value).  Informed ideas do not evolve from opinions, nor are the two a variation of one another - no more than film is directly evolved from theater (wink, wink, Bresson).  
So, let's not misconstrue informed opinions for something other than opinions, but they can possibly be a spark to creative interaction that could lead to something substantial down the line.  That's about the best I can do in trying not to say what I'm saying.  Informed opinions might be somewhat useful, if and only if they are also informed by humility and self-awareness about the nature of the opinion itself.  One mustn't be blind or in denial about it still being a mere opinion, and you know what they say - Opinions are like a-holes... no one gives a shit. 

So, with that classy clarification of my general outlook on opinions and their modest purpose at best, I begin this fun little series of random and poorly thought out "top 10" lists.  I've always made a point to veer away from such things, just like thumbs up/thumbs down art critique, but both seem inevitable when pop culture intrigue stirs.  The dirty and apologetic truth is, I really like "best of" lists when done well, but like good reggae outside of Jamaica, that's rare.  With full awareness of my own aimlessness, I enter into this pop culture/film/media nerd venture, well... because I'm a pop culture/film/media nerd, no matter how hard I try to validate myself as a cinephile, filmmaker or academic.  Really I'm just a big ole film nerd.  

Enjoy our very first Opinionfest installment.  By the way, the general standard for my high opinion of Show Intros is typically based on one of three things, or all - it could stand alone as an experimental short film, music meets image, and the tone it sets in relation to the show.  

Top 10 TV/Streaming Show Intros or Title Sequences

10. Rick and Morty

9.  True Blood

8.  Mash

6.  Six Feet Under

5.  The Wire

4.  The Expanse

3.  True Detective Season 1



2.  The Leftovers



1.  Man in the High Castle 

Honorable Mention:  Fresh Prince of Bel Air, House of Cards, Mr Robot, South Park, Breaking Bad, Shameless

Extra Special Mention:  Fishing With John

Thursday, December 9, 2021

C'mon C'mon - Featured Film of Interest - Highly Recommended


This film is absolutely endearing.  Directed by Mike Mills and integrating unique modes of production, aesthetics, and documentary-style inserts, it manages to maintain an intimacy tilting between unavoidable sadness and joyous hope, while never forgetting itself and never losing it's heart.  Yes indeed, this one hit just right.  

Ever since a little film called Thumbsucker popped up in the mid-2000's, I've been waiting to see just how good Mike Mills can be.  Thumbsucker was an excellent little indie film, original and quirky, that to some degree got overlooked, though well received by many critics and festivals.  Though it wasn't a film without missteps, it showed enormous hope for his future projects.  Then I just lost track of him, and he didn't quite garner the attention that I expected... until now.  The way I stated it to a close film ally and friend immediately after leaving the theater was, "Any critic that slams or disregards this film has no soul."

In large, C'mon C'mon is a film of raw honesty that serves as an ode to the intellect and awareness of young people, and the adults that so earnestly stumble, and at times transcend, to guide and raise them in this absurd world.  It is shot in pristine black and white that rivals the visual likes of La Haine, and the cinematographer and production designer take full advantage. It's a beautiful film inside and out.  

I would be remiss to end comments without noting the performances.  To no surprise, Joaquin Phoenix and Gaby Hoffmann gave invested, intimate performances while seeming effortless.  Woody Norman could not have been better in a youthful performance for the times, because it just didn't seem like a performance at all.

I had the privilege, and I do mean privilege, of screening C'mom C'mon at the 34th Annual Virginia Film Festival in my sacred, intimate film fest context.  Though there was some intensely quality competition in feature length narrative fiction, and admittedly a tough call for me, this film is indeed my favorite of the 2021 VAFF.

Link:  C'mon C'mon Film Review (2021), Roger Ebert.com


Saturday, November 27, 2021

A Very Brief Analysis: The French Dispatch by Wes Anderson

VAFF Opening Night Film:  The French Dispatch

My One Line Review of The French Dispatch (because I just don't care enough to give it more):  
That was the most skillfully made TERRIBLE film that I have possibly ever seen.  
Just absolutely a terrible mumbled pretentious indulgent mess (woops, that was two lines.)

I saw some fantastic films at this year's VA Film Festival, possibly a couple that were truly great, and I'll be posting about many of them shortly. However, to my surprise, the Opening Night Film, Wes Anderson's "The French Dispatch," was definitely NOT one of them.

*I take no pleasure in critiquing a Wes Anderson film so harshly, as he has made a few that I adore, but I speak my truth and stand behind it.

Thursday, September 16, 2021

The Card Counter - Featured Film of Interest - Highly Recommended



No American filmmaker embraces Robert Bresson's innovative mode of cinema, both theoretically and artistically, more than Paul Shrader.  He at times leans into near visual and stylistic replication while somehow maintaining earnest originality, no doubt due to his inimitable talents for screenwriting, original narrative concept and character.  He delves the same deep seas of human suffering, redemption and existential contemplation that Bresson navigated, yet never seems a parody.  He explores similar protagonists, utilizes minimalist visual strokes and seems to adhere to the sacred oath of obstructions, yet I would never argue Shrader anything less than an integral auteur of his own making.  He has had a writers hand and a filmmakers voice in the new wave and evolution of contemporary American cinema as much as anyone of the era.  

The review below takes an approach and tone worthy of the material, demonstrating a critical manner reminiscent of Bazin, particularly in considering the film within the context of Shrader's body of work and artistic nature.  Shrader is apparently not slowing down or falling under the weight of age anymore than Bresson did.  I could argue that this film coupled with First Reformed, his last directorial/writing effort, represent some of his finest accomplishments as an auteur.  As someone that holds Bresson's films, Notes on the Cinematographer, and the Taxi Driver script as sacred precedents of filmmaking, may I say, extraordinary work, sir.  I look forward to what comes next.

"For Schrader, French filmmaker Robert Bresson is the inexhaustible fount. He’s one of the three filmmakers treated in his thesis-turned-seminal-film-text Transcendental Style In Film: Dreyer, Ozu, Bresson and the one Schrader cribs from almost obsessively. (I’m not saying that like it’s a bad thing, honest.) Schrader calls “The Card Counter” one of his “a man sitting in a room” or “man at a table” films; that man originated with Bresson’s “Diary of a Country Priest.” That priest was a diarist, and his writings were reinforced with the words read aloud in voiceover. Schrader made Travis Bickle a diarist, and specified the same kind of voiceover, which “Taxi Driver” director Martin Scorsese buttressed with some visual cues out of Godard, who was well influenced by Bresson himself."  

Link:  The Card Counter Film Review (2021), 'Roger Ebert.com'

Wednesday, September 15, 2021

Bressonian Quote #24 - Notes from a Master Filmmaker


"An image must be transformed by contact with other images as is a color by contact with other colors.  A blue is not the same blue beside a green, a yellow, a red.  No art without transformation" 
- 
Robert Bresson 

From:  Notes sur le Cinematographe/Notes on the Cinematographer (1975)

Thursday, September 9, 2021

RIP Omar Little (MKW)

'At the entrance to paradise…the cry is echoing off the pearly gates tonight… 
”OMAR COMIN’!”'





Thank you for all that you gave us, and all that you lived.  You will be missed.


Sunday, December 27, 2020

The Year in Blog, 2020 - reflections and observations

Dear 2020, no words.  Just, no words.  Too much.  

Been busy watching the wind.  Be back sometime in 2021.

Photograph by tod gorman

Saturday, September 21, 2019

Fellowman - Run Straight Down - Video Shot by boyinabox prod. and Fellowman

Cullen Wade's (Fellowman) tribute to Warren Zevon. I think it's quite awesome, and pretty sure I would think so if I came across it randomly.

I had the privilege to work on the video production, handling principal photography and a good bit of the b-roll, as well as creative collaboration and locations scouting. I can't take credit for a few of the atmospheric statics or opening vine crawl shot, though I would like to. The technical highlight of the shoot was our innovative, no-budget "dolly" set up. It was pure guerrilla filmmaking at it's finest and dirtiest. That's right, we weren't using a gimbal or monopod - straight old school.  

Always a natural, fun and enlightening experience when boy in a box productions gets to collaborate with Fellowman on such projects. He gets full conceptual credit on this one. I was just there to assist a cool vision, and so impressed with what Cullen did with the edit to create the final video.

Fellowman - Run Straight Down (a tribute to Warren Zevon)

Track 2 from Death of the Author. Produced by Fellowman Lead guitar by Eric Cope Drums, bass & rhythm guitar by Cullen Wade Engineering, mixing & mastering by Mike Moxham Album here: https://fellowmanrap.bandcamp.com/alb... IG: @fellowman_spititout facebook.com/fellowmanva Principal photography & collaboration by Tod Gorman/boyinabox prod. Additional photography by Cullen Wade & Emma Ferreira Edited by Cullen Wade

Sunday, September 8, 2019

Thought for the Day - From an Unapologetic Gen X'er

Yes, this really is the first thing that I decide to post in 9 months.  Actually, many posts are awaiting, just held up by pure Slacker mode (a shout out to all the Gen X'ers).
Check out the article below.  I've been waiting for an excuse to post this ever since it popped up on their website.


Link:  NPR:  25 Years Later: Was 1993 The Greatest Year In Music?

umm, of course it was - one of my personal favorites at least.  So much authentic, innovative music at one moment that includes and extends beyond what is discussed in the article.  Extraordinary year in so many genres and sub genres, from rock (um, grunge?) to metal to punk to hip-hop to jam band (felt obligated to include), and so much more.

Monday, December 31, 2018

A New Year - reflections and observations

Farewell 2018!  It's been weird... and stressful... and heavy... and a little creepy.

My wish for 2019:  We open ourselves to brighter, slower days filled with something new and real - with our eyes open, minds alive, actions forward, and resistant as necessary.  With love is not without action, and so we move on with hope, but not without realism, ration and experience to direct us.



Courtney Barnett & Kurt Vile - 'Over Everything' - Song for the Day



Courtney Barnett and Kurt Vile
Published on Aug 30, 2017

'Over Everything' is taken from Courtney Barnett & Kurt Vile's album 'Lotta Sea Lice'

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