THIS ONE IS FOR THE BOYS WITH THE BOOMING SYSTEM TOP DOWN AC WITH THE COOLIN SYSTEM
Also at The Postal Service gig between The Natural Anthem and The Dream of Evan and Chan (aka encore space) my brother and I screamed, ‘I LOVE DEATH CAB FOR CUTIE,’ which was quite funny.
The Postal Service were 8/10 tonight (second favourite show of the year, easily). I’m remarkably surprised by how well the songs carried, actually, they basically turned it into a dance party. Also, I high fived Ben Gibbard and he’s cute as hell (even if Plans is the only Death Cab album I’ll ever love). I spent an extortionate amount on a band shirt which I’m quite fond of and you’re damn right if you think I’m going to wear it tomorrow.
I’m so metal I bathe in mercury.
you basically summed up how I feel when my friends are sad
Just basically: goddammit, why can I not be happy about a good thing in my life? My entire life is really fucking brilliant to the extent that I can’t think of more than one thing wrong with it, and I am still miserable. Go figure.
I’m trying really hard to psyche myself up for The Postal Service tonight. Apparently they covered Beat Happening yesterday, so…
For the yellow smoke that slides along the street,
Rubbing its back upon the window-panes;
There will be time, there will be time
To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet;
There will be time to murder and create,
And time for all the works and days of hands
That lift and drop a question on your plate;
Time for you and time for me,
And time yet for a hundred indecisions
And for a hundred visions and revisions
Before the taking of a toast and tea.
T.S. Eliot ,The Love-Song of J. Alfred Prufrock (excerpt)
(Source: theyvcreation, via cricketmenace)
