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It’s raining outside. Noah’s Ark day thirty-eight level rain too, not some whimpy droplets of condensation. I’d even call it a deluge. The wind is punish-fucking my bushes, maybe even crying Mary, and the thunder and lightening are more boisterous than twenty world class drag queens ... read more |
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For a music editor, my taste is pretty unusual, to say the least. I tend to despise low-key critical favorites and obsess over outlandish oldies. From pre-packaged 90s pop to hairsprayed 80s cock rock, my iTunes spans more than five decades of classics and crummy tracks most people would rather forget. That’s why I set out to find the ten worst songs on my iPod ... read more |
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