shake_it_up raze i've been trying to work out what my first cd was. i can only narrow it down so far. but this was one of them. music is the only effective form of time_travel i know. so here: thirteen years old. hair slicked back and stiff enough to cut through stone. peach drink in a plastic cup. i suck it through a straw. maybe i'm only hearing what i want to hear, but it seems to me there's a lot of sadness squirming beneath the slick surfaces of some of these songs. just look at their names. since you're gone. victim of love. even the title track feels more like a dance of desperation than anything that grows out of joy. i let my skinny body dip and dive into a black bean_bag_chair until it splits at the seams. nothing so soft can withstand the weight of me. 240609 what's it to you? who go blather from