This one might be from the closing credits of that 1980s film you can’t remember the name of but remember watching all the time on cable. And it’s gloriously self-aware.
So good.
This one might be from the closing credits of that 1980s film you can’t remember the name of but remember watching all the time on cable. And it’s gloriously self-aware.
So good.
You have to love an artist that self-describes his work as “sad bastard music.”
Another sweet one for your summer playlist, lovies.
“A work of art, oh to be a work of art.”