Your Morning Upper: That Boy Needs Therapy!

This post was written by TNG co-founder Zack.

Ahh, spring. The time of year when a young boys fancy turns to that of... Sorry, what was I saying? A warm breeze just blew through my window and I lost my train of thought. This weekend's preview of warm weather left me pulled in so many directions that I feel like Stretch Armstrong: tugged between work, fun, and the fact that I was getting sick, I couldn't concentrate on anything for more than ten minutes at a time. I was getting sick, so I slept until 2 on Saturday, watched 5 episodes of Friends (and reawakened a very embarrassing crush on Ross) and ate my weight in chinese food. But it was so nice out that I also went over to a friends house and drank whiskey until 3:30 a.m.... ostensibly to help my throat. Today I was supposed to do laundry but instead had an hour long New Pornographers dance party in my living room while my boyfriend was at the grocery store.

The above video, for The Avalanches' "Frontier Psychiatrist," is a pretty good representation of what my thoughts sound like this season. A big jumble that might not make too much sense, but is really joyous and fun to listen to. Happy mudluscious-ness, everyone!