Baby Can You Dig Your Man: Part 8

I apologise for my recent lack of posting. I've been tied up in the basement of a sadistic guitar shop owner for the past several weeks, and furthermore I have no arms. I am consequently obliged to type this post with my toes, and so I will thank you to excuse the lengthy intervals between my posts.

Now how about some beats?



Crash Years, by The New Pornographers

Under Cover of Darkness, by The Strokes

Loose Lips, by Kimya Dawson

The Dogs Days Are Over, by Florence + the Machine

My Ding-a-Ling, by Chuck Berry

For No One, by the Beatles

Bad Reputation, by Joan Jett

I Love the Rain, by the Real Tuesday Weld

When You Believe, from The Prince of Egypt

Two-Way Monologue, by Sondre Lerche

This fortnight's Blog of Specialness, I'm happy to announce, is ...Almost Out of Ink. No, I didn't add in the ellipses by myself. I swear to Jesus. So check it out at the top of the page. It has some pretty sick drawings and it's never boring to read. Well, sometimes.

Just kidding.



Hee hee. Baby.

Christopher