Thanks Nancy Reagan, killer advice. I need a segue… fuck it (I should have just written “transitition statement”). Even though I find Rolling Stone odd in a lot of ways they happen to mention some rather goods bands every issue. Take for instance The War On Drugs. These Philadelphia rockers have made one of the more original (relatively speaking for all you children of the 60’s) albums of the year. I did a full album listen on the way to and from work and this is what I found: awesomeness.

Dostoevsky knew something in 1866 that law enforcement didn’t figure out until years later. People strive to get caught. It reaffirms the idea that we mean something. We don’t need Miranda or interrogation tactics, just stick the suspect in a crowded room for several hours and ignore him. Well, The War on Drugs reaffirmes my belief that it is still possible to make good music. I am pretty sure the people at the supermarket thought I was loco when I was yelping (I can’t sing) in the booze section “it will soon grow o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-old and again “before we get o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-old”. I felt like Nic Cage in Leaving Las Vegas.

The War on Drugs - Buenos Aires Beach

The War on Drugs - A Needle in Your Eye #16

The War on Drugs - Taking the Farm