for me, this borders on treachery, but lucky soul's masterful debut album, the great unwanted, outshines feist's stellar sophomore effort, the reminder. which is not to say that every man, woman, and cerebral creature who doesn't own both shouldn't be placed in pillory indefinitely.
now let me count the ways. i watch everything posted on youtube, from the home-video clips of your concert in some sweaty, little uk club to the nearly-as-budget videos cobbled together for your initial releases. i check the calendars to see when you might be swinging through my hometown, and hang my head in sorrow each time after seeing it is no time in the near future. i order a $30 t-shirt bearing your words and restlessly await its arrival. but most of all, i prohibit myself from looping your album in an effort to stave off listening fatigue, knowing that i could never forgive myself for letting such a thing pass.
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