Oh, Owen.

I feel like this a lot. I'm honestly not calling anyone out haha. But who the hell cares if I am?



Owen -Good friends, bad habits-

Good friends with bad habits,
what am I to do?
They're literary romantics,
they fuck like wilde,
and indulge like Hemingway.

I've good friends with bad habits
and a tendency towards negligence.
just petty thieves and addicts,
that don't hurt anyone
but they'll burn anyway.

Well sometimes,
like every time
a train passes,
i get jealous of the long nights,
and blurred lights,
the red eyes,
the bar fights.
Where in the hell am I?
and how did I get here?
and which way to the nearest train?

well sometimes,
like every time she breathes,
I embrace my routine.

I've good friends with bad habits.
what am I to do?
they're literary romantics,
they'll fuck like wilde,
and die like hemingway.


Owen is an underrated musician named Mike Kinsella. Yes, he's one of those "plays everything on his albums in his mothers basement" type dudes, but I believe he goes about his music the same way David Bazan does. They do majority, with a little help from their friends. But seeing Owen live really was exactly like when Joel shows me his new songs. It's a big hangout with dudes that aren't afraid to show their feelings. Mike Kinsella is over the top a lot of the time with arranging and writing and making you think he's very unique. But in the end I just love how his words can stand alone and at least feel honest. Aaron likes how the drums almost never sound "good." I'm not sure why I typed that last sentence.