seriously, i cried twice.
have you ever heard 15 people singing "you can't always get what you want" with all kinds of brass? it's magical. i just tried to find it on youtube and instead found this video called MAN CAN FLY! and i think that sort of gets at the experience of everyone in a room together, beating on the walls and floors and singing along with these beautiful old man soul relics.
the next night i found myself in a biergarten, swigging from cups that were genuinely the same size as my torso and talking with a delightful interior designer. interior designers are great - they know how to clean you up.
i kept asking this woman all these questions, i think i was waving the anxiety freak flag at full-mast, and she was like, girl, you don't need to ask all these questions. you just got to know what you are doing and why. and then do it. and then later you'll do something else. fuuck, i love reasonable people. they are so refreshing.
anyway there are some bands i feel like eh about seeing in town, and i'm being grump about it, like "nothing can compare, my cup she is full" etc but i just had this realization that i'll really be full when i'm dead. and then when im dead i won't be able to hear because my ears are getting donated to science, and the remains are being fed to alaskan bears, and then i will be full and dead.
in the meantime, you can't always get what you want is a really fucking good song, and numero group is putting out a ton of great songs. and, above all, when things get grumped, it's important to remember what those future time's boys say: heal yourself and move.
get ye to the dancefloor, fussybritches.
