There’s No Pain Like Champagne

Happy New Year, motherfuckers!  Please excuse the expletive, I’ll have to tell you all about it later.  A few years ago, my New Year’s resolution was to take at least 24 hours to post anything I wrote in anger, and I’m proud to say that this is the only resolution I’ve ever bothered to keep.  So I’m furious with someone right now but I’m not saying it!  Huzzah, pass the champagne!

Champagne For My Real Friends, At Least, If They Could Learn To Be Classy Like That

A Sweet Woman Like You, Percy Sledge
She Aint A Child No More, Sharon Jones & the Dap Kings
Goodbye Jimmy Goodbye, Jo Ann Campbell
You’re A Moody Guy, The Bristols
Geraldine, Glasvegas
You’ll Be Sorry, The Greenhornes
When You Sleep, My Bloody Valentine
Single-Malt Stomp, The Penetrators
October, Broken Bells
Two Doves, Dirty Projectors
Come Undone, Isobel Campbell and Mark Lanegan
I Know No Pardon, Vetiver
Stepping On the Cracks, Green Peppers
It’s My Own Cheating Heart That Makes Me Cry, Glasvegas
What Can I Do?, The Black Belles
The Hardest Walk, The Jesus and Mary Chain
Fearless, The Bravery
Don’t Think Lover, A Place to Bury Strangers
Detroit Breakdown, The Bellrays
Stray Cat Blues, The Rolling Stones (every time I listen to this song, I can’t even believe how hot it is)
High School, MC5
A Million Miles Away, Stiv Bators
(The Angels Wanna Wear My) Red Shoes, Elvis Costello
You Got Yr. Cherry Bomb, Spoon
Head Full of Doubt/Road Full of Promise, The Avett Brothers
Milky Teeth, Tindersticks
What A Wonderful World, Nick Cave and Shane MacGowan

PS – Someone found this blog by searching “Jenny Jones don’t be mean to my gothic teen.”  Bringing back my childhood, one awfully dysfunctional show at a time.

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I'm Erin. I have tattoos and more than one cat. I am an office drone, a music writer, and an erstwhile bartender. I am a cook in the bedroom and a whore in the kitchen. Things I enjoy include but are not limited to zombies, burritos, Cthulhu, Kurt Vonnegut, Keith Richards, accordions, perfumery, and wearing fat pants in the privacy of my own home.
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