Cough vough, my lungs are full

I have tons of shows to review. Tons. Temples. Delorean. Sebadoh. Okkervil River.

And of course: Neutral Milk Hotel.

But in the meantime, I’m back in Shanghai and am trying to breathe this “air” here.

So yeah, I’ve stopped breathing. That’s okay. I didn’t need to anyway.

Also, people have started paying me money for just writing about music and stuff, which is both awesome and ridiculous. But there it is.