I make a helluva tuna melt & collard greens, and there is kabocha squash & shallots about to be roasted.
Station To Station is the perfect album for Kitchen Bitchery.
Vintage slips are perfectly acceptable Kitchen Bitch wear, thank you very much.
Seriously, how have I never listened to Station To Station before? This is pretty much exactly like when I listened to The Idiot and Here Come The Warm Jets and screamed and writhed on the floor and wanted to go back in time and gift them to my 16 y/o self and be like “It’ll be okay, kid, ‘cause there is this album.”
I’m only half-kidding about Point #4. There is a reason that one of the books I’m working on is called The Record.