Ashes of American Flags
Bull Black Nova
I am Trying to Break Your Heart
Kamera
At Least That's What You Said
Handshake Drugs
One Wing
A Shot in the Arm
Country Disappeared
Impossible Germany
When You Wake Up Feeling Old
Airline to Heaven
Jesus, etc.
Misunderstood
Spiders (Kidsmoke)
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The Late Greats
Red-Eyed and Blue
I Got You (At the End of the Century)
Hate it Here
Walken
I'm the Man Who Loves You
[New song, Lady Madonna-esque riff, guitar duel]
Wednesday, May 04, 2011
Monday, April 25, 2011
So-lil-a-kwee
To PhD or not to PhD. That is the question. Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of the destitute job market and the debilitating misfortune of student loan repayments, or to take arms against a sea of academic troubles, and by opposing, end them? To DIS, to sleep no more; and by a sleep to say we spend the heart-ache, and the thousand natural shocks that term papers are heir to: 'tis a consummation devoutly to be wished. To work full-time, to sleep; to sleep, perchance to dream — ay, there's the rub: for in that half-lidded sleep of dissertation death what academic dreams may come, when we have shuffled off this mortal coil, must give us pause — there's the respect of the profession that makes calamity of so long life.
Wednesday, April 06, 2011
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