Magbags

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My parents' tape collection which I have been gifted. Very 70s tapes
A collection of cassette tapes my dad gave me
Princess Mononoke review that says "if I met a girl who was raised by wolves and hated me I would also do a bunch of stupid shit to impress her"
A box of my dad's cassette tapes that I have commandeered
Google assistant being replaced by Gemini
Shirt with a big wolf on it. The wolf is frothing at the mouth. It's a sick shirt tbh.
Review of Madeline's Rescue by a kid "scary, 3/5 pigs"
A sign for a casino that says "Craps"
A beagle looking stoned by trying to keep it together
John Prine caught us by surprise in the late-night morning let-down after our last show in Chicago. Steve Goodman (who’d shared the bill with us that week) asked us to go to Old Town to listen to a friend he said we had to hear, and since Steve had knocked us out all week with his own songs, we obliged. It was too damned late, and we had an early wake-up ahead of us, and by the time we got there Old town was nothing but empty streets and dark windows. And the club was closing. But the owner let us come in, pulled some chairs off a couple of tables, and John unpacked his guitar and got back up to sing. There are few things as depressing to look at as a bunch of chairs upside down on the table of an empty old tavern, and there was that awkward moment, us sitting there like, "Okay, kid, show us what you got," and him standing up there alone, looking down at his guitar like, "What the hell are we doing here, buddy?" Then he started singing, and by the end of the first line we knew we were hearing something else. It must’ve been like stumbling onto Dylan when he first busted onto the Village scene (in fact Al Aronowitz said the same thing a few weeks later after hearing John do a guest set at the Bitter End). One of those rare, great times when it all seems worth it,, like when the Vision would rise upon Blake’s "weary eyes, Even in this Dungeon, & this Iron Mill." He sang about a dozen songs, and had to do a dozen more before it was over. Unlike anything I’d heard before. Sam Stone, Donald & Lydia. The one about the Old Folks. Twenty-four years old and writes like he’s about two-hundred and twenty. I don’t know where he comes from, but I’ve got a good idea where he’s going. We went away believers, reminded how goddamned good it feels to be turned on by a real Creative Imagination. ~Kris Kristofferson
Text convo Me: tell me something nice in the meantime My friend: you are God's favorite and EVERYONE'S crush
The front and back of Muddy Waters "I'm Ready" on the front he's making a neutral face. On the back he's got a cheeky lil smirk
My post about a German man drinking from a teacup right next to phylans post on the timeline. His post: interviewer: what did you think about the revelation that Platner is a violent rapist who expressed joy at killing people for money weird guy [in a pitch perceptible only to dogs]: ɢʀᴏᴡɴ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴠᴀᴛ!!! ɢʀᴏᴡɴ . . . ɪɴ ᴀ ᴠᴀᴛ. ᴠᴀᴛ ɢʀᴏᴡ
Me holding an egg at da beach
4 Warren Zevon records laid out on my floor
A sign that says Turtledelphia Pop. 7 approx.
Speakers set up in a home that is barely moved into.
Simpsons screenshot that says "Do it for her" with pictures of Maggie. I'm Maggie
The property brothers with text overlaid that says "we are going to beat you to death"
A box with speaker stands I really want but don't feel like putting together
Spotify screenshot of Maggie May by Rod Stewart
A tote bag with a backpack and some records in it. The record is "Bad Luck Streak in Dancing School" by Warren Zevon
An ad for a beer festival at a historic train station that blocked me on Twitter in 2015
Citizens Bank Park ringing that bell baby
Me: it's just not my week. Or 6 months Mom: and to add to it, Nola is pitching tonight!
Do you think a depressed person could make this?
Two copies each of Warren Zevon self titled 1975 and Steely Dan's Can't Buy A Thrill
A cool sign that says Bird Town Pennsylvania on it
A Weather Report vinyl
Dr. John wearing a pink shirt, pink bowtie, polka dot jacket, sunglasses and a beret.
Martin Balsam looking haggard
Very modern apartment kitchen with back cabinets and countertops. Very salt bae
Beautiful big ass old trees against a perfect blue sky
A car driving down the highway with a penny farthing bicycle on the back
My daddy was a prominent frogman My Mama's in the Naval reserve When I was young I carried a gun But I never got the chance to serve, I did not serve
An old cardboard box full of VHS tapes
A beautiful blueberry tart sitting by the window next to some flowers.
A Three Dog night album cover. 6 guys look cool and 70's as hell but the 7th man is swearing a sweater and a bow tie.
A floor plan for a one bedroom apartment that costs more than two thousand goddamn dollars a month and the rooms have labels like "gather" "think" "dream" "create"
In summer baseball is on and it's warm and I feel happy
A pool table light fixture with three lights. One is warm toned, one is burnt out, and one is cool toned
Hardball 5 and Star Trek game discs
Chalk drawing of a skeleton with stupid orange hair
Sewing machine in a box
Yarn stuffed into a box with a stand mixer
Shirt with Nick Castellanos looking hot on it