Sunday, April 19, 2009

the pain that comes with clarity and mirrors in well-lit rooms

There is only one truly legitimate way to listen to Conrad, by Jets to Brazil.

Loud, very loud, with tears gradually welling up in your eyes.

The below performance isn't quite as good as the album version. The latter's production value is largely responsible for the emotion it mercilessly squeezes out of me. But it's a respectable performance.

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