Rachel, born in '84 and raised in suburbia, is a wannabe surgeon in the city of Chicago. Ahoy!
Today on rounds my attending (who has very bushy eyebrows), absentmindedly stroked his eyebrows,
then plucked out an eyebrow hair,
THEN RAN IT BACK AND FORTH ACROSS HIS LIPS,
THEN BIT THE HAIR REPEATEDLY FOR ABOUT A MINUTE,
THEN FLICKED IT AWAY,
THEN REPEATED THE ENTIRE PROCESS ABOUT SEVEN TIMES.
It was kinda weird.
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I think I previously ignored this band because their name is so generic-sounding. They are pretty good though. Recommended if you like Grizzly Bear and that kinda stuff. (I like the breathy heh-heh-hehs in this song.)
I feel terrible sharing just one track here because this is clearly a concept album meant to be heard in its entirety, but this really is one of the standout tracks. The album was written by Peter Silberman about a cancer patient he met, fell in love with, and watched die in hospice. It is one of the most hauntingly beautiful pieces of music I’ve ever heard.
I’ve never liked any kind of music that could qualify as ‘experimental’ (I like results, not experiments), but this is nice!
