It was the fall of 2008 and I was making my usual rounds at a Parisian record store, looking for fresh music. There it was, at a listening station in the middle of a row: a strange sort of Bruce Lee bodybuilder figure, left foot planted on a chair and a hole where the face should be. I put the headphones over my ears and bang! I fell instantly in love. Appropriately, the song was called “The Tears of Music and Love.” The album: Offend Maggie. The group: Deerhoof.
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