hi I'm Jenn and I'm a fucking creep

I am a musician and songwriter. I also work in a musical instrument store. Life is good

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In response to the Finders Keepers/Twisted Nerve/Bird/Battered Ormnaments stock loss in the PIAS warehouse fires caused by rioting on August 8th a few of our close label mates have come together to compile some of their favourite moments from the Finders Keepers family discography. A series of limited edition CD and MP3 compilations curated by the likes of Jarvis Cocker, Demdike Stare, David Holmes and Gruff Rhys including some exclusive and unreleased tracks, are now ready to order directly from the website and like minded retailers in a bid to ease us back onto our feet releasing phantastic obscure and obsolete music as soon as possible.

Hilo, from here.

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“Of course I was fine. Except as I started walking down the sidewalk, I watched a truck veer from its lane, flatten a stop sign, desperately try to slow, momentarily redirect itself, and then in spite of all the brakes on that monster, all the accompanying smoke and ear puncturing shrieks, it still barreled straight into me. Suddenly I understood what it meant to be weightless, flying through the air, no longer ruled by that happy dyad of gravity and mass until I was landing on the roof of a parked car, which turned out to be my car, a good fifteen feet away, hearing the thud but not actually feeling it. I even momentarily blacked out, but came to just in time to watch the truck still hurtling towards me until it was actually slamming into me, causing me to think, and you’re not going to believe this - “I can’t believe this asshole just totaled my fucking car! All of the cars on this street and he had to fucking trash mine!” even as all that steel was grinding into me, instantly pulverizing my legs, my pelvis, the metal from the grill wedging forward like kitchen knives, severing me from the waist down. People started screaming. Though not about me. Something to do with the truck. It was leaking all over the place. Gas. It had caught on fire. I was going to burn. Except it wasn’t gas. It was milk. Only there was no milk. There was no gas. No leaking either. There weren’t even any people. Certainly none who were screaming. And there sure as hell wasn’t any truck. I was alone. My street was empty. A tree fell on me. So heavy, it took a crane to lift it. Not even a crane could lift it. There are no trees on my block. This has got to stop. I have to go. I did go.”

I'm discovering something new about the world every day. Most of these somethings are of no use, but it makes them no less beautiful.

I like pleasure spiked with pain and music is my aeroplane... I hope you enjoy my mixes... all my love :)