Hello there folks of the some-what free world, my name is Amelia. I am the newly employed member of the Pure Pop weekend crew. I am quite pleased to be included in this strange and happy family, and to get us better aquainted, I’ll give you a little intro to let you know what I’m about.

Unfortunately, I missed the last topic of discussion on the Pure Pop blog, the subject being, “music to off yourself to.” I’ll admit that I’m partial to music of the melancholic, so I’ve got a couple picks to share. At the onslaught of my angstiest moments, I always turn to the song “Love Letter Typewriter” by the 90′s midwestern favorite Mineral. The whiny anguish of  these emotional rockers is the perfect fuel to give me the courage to bleed out. Up the street, not cross the road folks!

Another tune for my last goodbye would be just that, “Last Goodbye” by the late Jeff Buckley. Perfect for playing from tape on a beat-up boombox in the back of my pick-em up truck as I fill my pockets with rocks and walk into a river. Yes, as you sad sap 90′s kids know, Buckley did indeed drown.

So, come say hi to me on Saturdays and Sundays, there’s plently more amusing morbidity where those picks came from.