Accretions So Large You Could Climb Them

I still owe money
to the money
to the money I owe;
The floors are falling
out from
everybody I know.
The National. "Bloodbuzz Ohio"¹, High Violet²

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2. On a developmental note, this entire new LP of theirs (The National) is overflowing with moody, foreboding, dread-inspired, nail-bitingly ominous, social-phobically sorrowful, and somehow triumphant songs, not to mention some beautiful raw music. If you haven't checked it out, you absolutely must. Ditch your Lady Gaga; or your freshest singer-songwriter with a guitar, a pretty face, and a swiped-clean, overproduced voice singing that same trite song that's been sung three hundred times before; or the latest American Idol ideation of "popular music", and listen to something with a little pluck and emotion.