Lorca

The first time I heard the Tim Buckley album Lorca it was being blasted by some tattooed hardcore dude on Janelle's front porch. We were all hangin' and Janelle decided we should have a pool party in her kiddie-pool. She got on the horn of gondor and all of a sudden there were all these babes at the party. I got so happy like YES YES YES YESYES this is going to be the best EVER. One of the ladies was british and had transparent underwear and the other one had a huge radish (or something) tattoo across her bosom. I tried to keep cool behind shades but I was losing it. It got TOO MUCH! They busted out the bobbing-for-beercans game and I just went kjasdhFEWLJKASD/. I always watch rap video bbq's or scarface and feel all empowered imagining myself hanging in them with a Michelob. I think if Tony Montana/Dr. Dre showed up he'd be all "what's the matter with you cracker? who let this guy in here? Get with iT!" There is no corner in a circular kiddie pool and no place to turn my head and gather my senses. I got out of the pool and paced around the living room trying to find some life-affirming boombox jams. I finally found a good station and came back outside like yeah let's party but everyone was all "no, we're gonna get out, it's cold." "Oh really?...that's cool." Anyways, I feel like this album is pretty much exactly like that.
Tim Buckley-Lorca

p.s. note invisible gender terror segregation line