Adventures of a Recovering Fat Guy
Man, I’m really digging this Death cab for Cutie album Plans, but holy crap is it ever sad. I can’t listen to it more than once a day without wanting to go hug an old girlfriend and have a baby with her or something. Jesus.
Stop being so sad, Death Cab!
Inspiring record, though.
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Some musicians make it big. Others never leave their bedrooms. Herein lies the story of the players in between, as well as tales about ballet dancers, ground squirrels, and a to go mug.
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I’ve never listened to Plans entirely through – because I was too in love with Transatlanticism. Every time I try to listen to Plans I get distracted by Tiny Vessels (the story of my life, of course) – and end up listening to Transatlanticism over and over again.