It’s funny.
A long time ago, my apartment was a total “dude” apartment. I had nothing on the walls. I had like, 2 fritos and a 14 month old box of risotto available. I had a plethora of cold water in a Pur filter. That was it. So I decided to go find a bunch of fancy pantsy prints and get them framed.
So I got this Tycho print framed, and I had no idea what that was. Which was awkward. Because people come over and say shit like, “What is Tycho? A band you’re into?” And you find yourself lying about something that doesn’t even need lying, you just don’t want to say “Ah, it’s just a pretty picture. I’m pretentious and frame artwork I don’t know about or understand.”
Then, like magic, you accidentally stumble on a bunch of their stuff you like. And you do really like them! And now you’re not lying anymore!
Thanks, Tycho. Not just for the good songs. But for making me look like less of an ass for buying prints with your name on it.
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