Perfect.
Have u ever been touched by Mother Indie?
Remember that time you felt goosebumps when you saw a buzzband at a music festival as the sun was setting? Mother Indie made that possible.
Do u remember the time you made out with the band member from _______? Mother Indie was your invisible wing man.
Do u remember that time you clicked on a link accidentally, but you found a really sweet buzzband? Mother Indie’s hand was on your mouse.
Do u remember when you wasted 2-5 years of your life reading indie music blogs? Mother Indie wants you to know that you weren’t wasting time–you were broing down with her.
Tomorrow morning, I’ll start my day like I start most days. I’ll take a walk out of my Brooklyn-based duplex apartment, thru the conceptual forest, down to the beach, and soak in the chillwaves. Tomorrow will be different though. Because today I realized that Mother Indie is under siege from man-made evils.
Mother Indie is more than just a connected wired + wireless network. Mother Indie is more than just data encoded in an mp3 file. Mother Indie is everything & nothing.
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The Museum would like to acknowledge hipsterrunoff in his clever musings upon to the lil indie bro in all of us this evening via analyzing the “Chillwave BPster Oil Spill” through the creative lens of ‘Mother Indie’. Read the full piece: CHILLWAVE OIL SPILL: When Natural and Man-Made Forces Collide To Form an Indie Disaster
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