How good do you have to be at writing beautiful, danceable breakup songs that you get invited to sing at the Nobel Peace Prize Concert? I’ve been going through a real Robyn renaissance phase, listening and dancing to her at every opportunity. Maybe it’s because she reminds me of a better time? This was 2010, after all. Obama was president. That orange guy with the bad hair was just a national joke. Not the whole world’s biggest problem. Anyway, good memories. Great song. Happy Monday, kittens.
Monday, August 03, 2026
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