This can usually be found on Twitter.
Jenny Owen Youngs is a feisty, hyper-sensitive, disease-free singer/songwriter/former girl scout who wants to be your friend. claiming influences from Beck to Jesus Christ Superstar to Britney Spears, her music is an echo of Erin Mckeown hopping into Jeff Buckley's Pontiac, cruising backwoods Alabama red dirt roads and singing along to The Sundays and Nick Drake. Her songs straddle the heart-wrenching and the tongue-in-cheek and say giddyup.
Raised in the lush greenery of northwest New Jersey amongst cows, haystacks, and eastern deciduous forest, our heroine began singing immediately upon exiting the womb. After exploring the flute (elementary school) and the tuba (junior high), Jenny finally stepped up to the guitar at the tender age of fourteen and, as they say, got down to business.
Her current goals include musically causing the hair on your arms to stand up, learning greek, and like fellow jersey boy Jon Bon, seeing a million faces and rocking them all.
She sings a lot better than her publicist writes, I'll give her that.
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One of those "headaches all day long" days, and managed to get close to nothing done. Am seriously just waiting for
This sort of thing is seriously sad, and is one of the major reasons I still prefer Singapore despite all the issues they've got here. Not that it can't happen here, or anything; there's just going to be a whole lot less of it here, just because the state is richer. Or the government's iron fist. Or something.
One of these days something like this is going to happen. And then you'll be sorry! You'll be sorry!!
(Err, if the last link has vanished off the face of the internet, it depicted a group of eskimo fishing in a seal hole, turning around to look at a desert which has snuck up to them, complete with donkey, cactii, dead cow skeletons and guy staring back).
Anything else to grouch about? No, not really. I need sleep. Or, at any rate, some sort of shot to my brain. As of today, plain old coffee just ain't cuttin' it.
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