If I’m lucky, maybe, just maybe, my blogging career will see the same resurrection from the League to G-League AND back to the League like the Clip’s Nacho Ball! I assumed Kris Dunn had retired or been voluntold of his retirement until a few weeks ago. The man had only one timberwolf claw (he was drafted by the T-Wolves almost a decade ago [this joke failed]) left until Danny Ainge shipped Dunn off to finish assembling the pieces of the Cooper Flag tank puzzle. But here he is! Two games in a row Nacho Ball has slowed down Jamal Murray like the itis from minor league velveeta cheese. Perhaps my writing will lock down some music reviews and hit the occasional popular culture reference. Or maybe just beat Christian Braun’s ass.
I feel bad for only sitting on my ass tonight watching Jokic and Kawhi throw rocks at each other for two hours. My wife is too busy saving lives to text me back. So I’ll keep typing away.
When you’re obese, sometimes you just crave cookies, but not from Crumble. Paying $12 for a cookie is fucking stupid. Have I done it? Sure. Did I do it alone, absolutely not! I’m not trying to eat some art like Francis Dolarhyde. I’m here for the goddamn sugar, butter, and spending $70 on vinyl from Taiwan.
The shipping from Taiwan to Texas was almost as much as the record itself, but well worth the batter for the needle drop. Shout out to Marina who found this collaboration between Hyukoh and Sunset Rollercoaster. She’s now one of my Super Best Friends of music nerds. Instagram’s algorithm on point.
I’m not here to scribe a sophisticated review. I scoped it out on Spotify first but digital doesn’t do the analog justice. You have to pay those shipping fees, even if you have a basic stereo setup like I do, to fully appreciate the collaborative craftsmanship and labor of love in these eight tracks. There’s no linear style or singular theme. “Y” builds on a triumphant late 70’s rock lead with brass backing while “Glue” vibes like an indie jam at Bonnaroo. My favorite though “Aaaannnnteeeeennnaaaaaa” was made for Speaker City. There are no earmuffs for Kris Dunn, Jamal. Happy Dingus Day!
Photo: David Zalubowski (AP)
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