this week, to drown out the dulcet sounds of Islington-at-night, I have been falling asleep with The Academy Is... on my stereo. Such are the acoustics of my room and the production values of Santi that it sounds oddly intimate as I drift off to oblivion. Lord only knows what subliminal evil William is implanting as I dream.
in other news I am Pretty. Excited about Pretty. Odd. and when I say pretty excited, that's only because I'm trying to be clever with the name and all. I'm actually stupidly excited and trying to figure out how many shows I can see on the inevitable UK tour (Hi, Honda Civic Tour - cross the Atlantic?please?).
Thursday, 10 January 2008
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