The homies at IMPOSE have a sweet event coming at us a week from tomorrow rounding up some of Crooklyn and Bmore’s finest, all for the sake of Michael Jackson’s birthday…alright, not really. I’ll be there, Boogie Boarder will be there, and what? BICYCLE PAINTINGS! Yeah, get pumped. Even more info from the hands of Jeremy Krinsley after the jump.
I picked home one last souvenir from South America, it’s called the H1N1 virus. Wrongfully known as the Swineflue.
I was crossing the Atlantic when things started getting really bad, the fever was hallucinogenic and shaking me like a leaf and I grabbed the sleeve of the Air France steward. “I’m not feeling well, I should see a doctor” I said and the reply came as a brilliant mix of death anxiety and french rudeness: “Uh, yes… Terminal D… go there maybe… when we land”. After that the stewards and stewardesses took long detours. A ring of empty seats formed around me. Peoples eyes were kind but determined, they read “Poor you, I really wish you all the best but if you come near me or my kid I will have to stab you with this plastic fork”. I got up and went to the bathroom where I fainted.
Now I’m in quarantine for ten days. I can see the summer through my window and it’s just perfect. Summer is always best through a window. [via
Alright, so Jens Lekman is not dead, but he does have swine flu so according to American news these go hand in hand, correct? Hope not. Don’t swine and dine! Bacontagious! Get well soon Jens.
Jens Lekman – Your Beat Kicks Back Like Death (Scout Niblett cover)
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as long as we’re on the subject of death, lets take a moment to remember wavves’ career before the black lips and everyone else decided to take a psychedelic horseshit on nathan williams. for all the info you need, take a peek at six months of wavves in six minutes on impose. and as long as we’re on that subject, fuck you pitchfork – if you’re even on this site then you know what you’ve done. nathan, you’re home. chill for a sec and get well.
