NOTICE: EVERYBODY GO SAY HI TO MY BEST FRIEND DECKWRECK
don't you want to know how we keep startin' fires?
it's my desire! it's my desire!
i chose to offer a sacrifice upon the altar of rock and roll, allowing lightning bolt's cymbal to tear a tiny bit of skin off my elbow last night. i suppose the gods looked with beneficence upon my offering, as i was rocked verily by "the loudest band of all time." i also managed to score an advance copy of the new against me! album, which of course, is totally amazing and consistently floors me (despite the snare that the message boards of their site appear to be incensed over. stupid elitist fuckers. grawl).
pre-lightning-bolt: all three of the fedaykin in a photo at last! (the aforementioned deckwreck is the leftmost hairy redneck punk).
afterwards, we hit up lenny's and danced until we had no feet of which to speak. i really wish there were more 18+ (as opposed to 21+) dance clubs in Portland. the sweetness of places like this when i return to the homeland spoils me. dancing is my favorite way to remind the world that i exist.
bob turns to me and says, "the one good thing about music, you know, is when it hits, you feel no pain."
here is a picture Mike took of me eating spaghetti out of my shirt.
it's been a whirlwind of a week back in the land of peaches and the Perimeter. tomorrow morning, i head back to Portland. which, in a way is home, too.
don't you want to know how we keep startin' fires?
it's my desire! it's my desire!
i chose to offer a sacrifice upon the altar of rock and roll, allowing lightning bolt's cymbal to tear a tiny bit of skin off my elbow last night. i suppose the gods looked with beneficence upon my offering, as i was rocked verily by "the loudest band of all time." i also managed to score an advance copy of the new against me! album, which of course, is totally amazing and consistently floors me (despite the snare that the message boards of their site appear to be incensed over. stupid elitist fuckers. grawl).
pre-lightning-bolt: all three of the fedaykin in a photo at last! (the aforementioned deckwreck is the leftmost hairy redneck punk).
afterwards, we hit up lenny's and danced until we had no feet of which to speak. i really wish there were more 18+ (as opposed to 21+) dance clubs in Portland. the sweetness of places like this when i return to the homeland spoils me. dancing is my favorite way to remind the world that i exist.
bob turns to me and says, "the one good thing about music, you know, is when it hits, you feel no pain."
here is a picture Mike took of me eating spaghetti out of my shirt.
it's been a whirlwind of a week back in the land of peaches and the Perimeter. tomorrow morning, i head back to Portland. which, in a way is home, too.
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p.s. you are adorable...