Cody Joyce Manor has always been at the very top of groups I've enjoyed. Ever since I saw the band play in a basement in Philadelphia during the reign of their self titled album, I was hooked for life. The intensity of the instruments, the shrill yells from the lead man Barry Johnson, and the yells and sweat from the crowd that thrashed around me. I knew, even if this band amounted to nothing more than this basement show they would always be a favorite.
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This is my new site/blog thing!I'm making this for a very specific reason, to act as a hub, or place to direct people toward all of the things I do in one place. I'm not sure what I'll use it for beyond that. Posting art? Possibly little written reviews? We'll see!
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AuthorMy name is Katherine, or hofu. I'm a weird art girl who is obsessed with dragons, lizards, demons, cute things, and aesthetic. CategoriesArchivesCategories |