Kenneth James Gibson, 'The Evening Falls'
Normally I would use the morning’s music selection to provide you with something energizing in an effort to counteract the stultifying effects of the pervading atmosphere of torpor in which we now go about our lives, but I have come to the conclusion that there is no point. We will never see the sun again. Relieve yourself of any hope you have that things might get better; there is nothing left to you but foreboding and gloom. Also, if you are one of those people who has been bragging on Twitter about how you actually like this weather, go fuck yourself. Sit on a rusty umbrella and open it. Seriously, get the fuck out of here with your “Oh, I love the lack of light! Grim and despondent, that’s what works for me!” crap. Take your pathetic lies to one of those shitty-ass cities in the Pacific Northwest that we only hear about here when one of our fancy magazines decides to write an article about them. “But I think the rain is so beautiful!” I think you shutting the fuck up is so beautiful, okay? This weather is irredeemably awful. None of us likes it. You sicken me. Anyway, here’s a continuous mix of Kenneth James Gibson’s new album The Evening Falls. Evening, you might remember, was what we used to call the period when the sun went down, back when there was actually a sun that came up. Enjoy.