City Paper is not for tourists
You’re home, you’re wearing sweatpants, and you need some rainy-day tunes. Well, here you go.
Hopefully, it covers all your hurricane bases: Some levity, some pathos, a hefty supply of local. And, in the case of that Bryan Ferry song, some sexy. Did I miss anything essential? Let me know in the comments. Thanks to the folks I bugged in Google Chat for suggestions.
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