Welcome to the New York Times,

popgast, your ravishingly beautiful corpse flower

of music news and criticism.

I'm your host, John Carelica. You're listening to Miles Davis. The song is called Come Get It's a sad

sad day. There is no joy in Popcastville today. It's Ben Ratless Farewell. Hey Ben.

Hey, thank you for calling me a corpse flower.

You're beautiful but you're disappearing.

It's a rare occurrence, right?

That it blooms.

It's true.

It's true. As I think of you are a rarely blooming yet overwhelmingly powerful and fragrant flower.

So I am rarely blooming yes and I am overwhelmingly fragrant and lovely in kind of a horrible way I actually haven't smelled the course I haven't smelled the core flow to be fair

I gotta get out to the bro Botanical Garden. I got to

holler at that this weekend. I'll let you know it'll probably be too late to make any

edits to this but I'll let you know. As I was also the name of my first band

Corpsflower? If that was the case, that'd be fire.

It's not the case.

We should make fake hardcore t-shirts for a band called Corpsflower.

Actually, we probably just put fake songs on band camp.

We get written by the New York Times probably.

All right, so we're here, we're joking,

but you know, obviously you know this is a sad day for me,

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