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          • November 9, 2009 10:44 am
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            If You Leave Me Now - Chicago - 1976

            This is pure sad ass 70’s.

            IE. I have so much money, done so much coke and had so many orgies that I have nothing left too want, but the WANT itself. So the producer and engineer lude you up and hustle you down to the studio.

            Pure existential angst covered in molasses. No Exit, with shag carpeting, floor to ceiling mirrors and its all soundproof. The mellowest screaming ever. This shit is the only stuff that scares man-eating sharks.

            If this music doesn’t make you wanna blow your brains out… nothing will.

            HAPPY MONDAY!!!

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