sad, sad, sad

Oh, jeez. Jay Reatard is dead. Sad. I get freaked out when someone I’ve taken pictures of has to go and die. And I get doubly freaked out when it’s someone who provided the soundtrack to so many of my late-night all-alone bedroom dance parties and Sunday cookie-baking freak outs, which are the only times in the past year when I was really, truly cheerful, playing the same songs on repeat over and over.

Back in the day: www.countessian.com/countessian/2009/07/14/jay-reatard-and-the-oh-sees-at-the-echo/ for the NME.

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