Sunday Night Shootout

If you were watching or listening to the World Cup Final, today was an emotionally draining day. Here, have some shoegaze.

I’ve got to head over to catch the end of the Pitchfork Music Festival, which over the course of yesterday I deemed the “Muscle Atrophy Festival,” the “Misunderstanding Irony Extravaganza,” and “The I Swear I’m Still Relevant Festival.”

You all enjoy yourselves, keep it light, be good to each other, and I’ll see you Tuesday evening.