Wednesday top 3.
1. With trepidations and equal parts intrigue, we walked the excruciating 5 blocks to see a piece of a puzzle that, in 2002, came together to create a future where the radio might actually, occasionally, play good music. Yes, The Strokes were immediately commercial, but don’t forget, This Is It. WAS IT. That album is tight, immediate and so on point.
2. “ Hello motherfuckers cause I’m back from exile” might be the best lyric in recent memory. Anyone who was only there to see a Stroke in real life, suddenly paid attention when this rambling yet sharp as a tack song kicked up.
3. Dear bartenders at the Elmocambo, when you open a beer for me, charge me $6 and then give me back change no smaller than twoonies, I hate you for making me look like a cheap bastard. I used to bartend. I get it. you want me to tip you. But two bucks for leaning over, selecting the right green bottle and a .4 second wrist action to open said bottle is not worth a total of $8. This isn’t King street and you’re not even hot.
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