There Will Be Cud

I’m going to a farm today.  Despite the fact that I live in the Midwest and have the type of shoulders that could carry water to an entire Russian village, I have never actually been on a farm.  I’ve certainly never wanted to take a day out of my weekend to go to a farm; from what I understand, farming is work.  It’s mostly outside and even when machinery is involved, it requires some kind of mechanical knowledge, which I clearly do not possess.  The idea of farming just makes me feel useless, so I never go.

Graham loves going to the farm, though, and since his work schedule prevented him from going to some weekend campout, I agreed to go with him today.  It’s a friend’s mom’s farm.  A cattle farm, specifically, although I think there is also hay there.  I have no idea.  I’ve only heard stories about chainsaws, guns, and bonfires, and those things are enough to make me think that my couch is the greatest place in the world.  But I’m going.  I don’t know what I’m supposed to do there, but at least there will be beers.

Where We’re Going, We Don’t Need Roads (Just Cows)

Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh, Say Hi
I Was Denied, Thee Oh Sees
Guilty Girls, Buffalo Tom
Mansions of Loz Feliz, Eels
Suffering Jukebox, Silver Jews
Old Man Chicago, Alberta Cross
To The Ghosts Who Write History Books, The Low Anthem
I’m Five Years Ahead of My Time, The Third Bardo
Just Can’t Go To Sleep, The Kinks
You Know That I’m No Good, Wanda Jackson
Never Had Nobody Like You, M. Ward
If He’s So Great, Resonars
I’m Confused, Handsome Furs
Angry Charlie, The Generationals
Book of James, Augustines
Lay Me Low, Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds
What Did My Lover Say? (It Always Had To Be This Way), Wolf Parade
Message in a Bottle, Leatherface
Americanarama, Hollerado
Lost Coastlines, Okkervil River
Sounds Like Hallelujah, The Head and the Heart
My Body’s a Zombie For You, Dead Man’s Bones
Badaboom, Tapes N’ Tapes
I Want You To Know, Dinosaur Jr.
Jonny Boy, The Manhattan Love Suicides
Sadness Is a Blessing, Lykke Li

(someone recently found this blog by Googling “no wonder we’re all depressed.”  Obviously, things can only go downhill from here.)

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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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