more on brooklyn life by queen karen edith millar
This Miscreant slept in. And why? The trek to seventh circle of hell (sic: Bushwick - yes I did remove all my credit and debit cards from my wallet and yes, a questionable looking foreigner did offer me a career in ‘real estate’) in a supposed storm that was poised to transfigure into a hurricane is my excuse. But it’s fine; because I at long LAST got to see the wonderful Dumb Talk who, as ever, make me so proud to be involved in Miscreant Records and so hideously disheartened with myself that an 18 year old can be that talented. Shout out to the Mighty Schnitzel too; also to their new fan in the form of a 50-something female who insisted on heckling her feelings of sexual attraction and videotaping everything and anything with her iPad. You’re a glimpse of my future girl; and you’re doing it good. On a different note can we talk about the new track by The XX? Yeah so they might be kiiiinnnd of overrated and personify everything I hate about the Dalston aesthetic (move to London and you’ll know what I mean) but Angels is, if not overly special in 22