There needs to be a contemporary Dead Poets Society for poetry AND music. A bunch of intelligent, well-dressed (not naked) people gathered together in one room to talk about their favorite songs and poetry excerpts. Minus Robin Williams of course. He’s not invited.
Music Choice: “Feels Like We Only Go Backwards” – Tame Impala. I really feel like I’m going in slow motion or backwards or back in time or some shit when I listen to this song. I can’t move my legs fast enough.