Changing channels.  Coming across last 20 minutes of the movie “Juno.” Listening to the almost endless string of folksey-cutesy-singer-songwriter-children’s-music-lyric-ey-sing-songey songs.

Throwing up in my mouth.

The antidotes? The Pixies or a pistol, stat.

This is a post from: Bradford Schmidt's blog, Bone In The Fan.

Juno’s Music: A Bad Reaction