Robot Grizzly Bear Astronaut

Over a couple of drinks, I mentioned to a friend that I really don't get Wilco. He told me it's because I don't appreciate background music.

I'm an overly neurotic twenty-something with no direction. I require never ending, over the top, big, blinking, boderline catastrophic overstimulation in order to avoid collapsing into the depths of an existential apocalypse.

Life is too short for Wilco.