I don't even care if I've fucked up your LJ friends view. I've got tenure motherfuckers.
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PR0N&VFEST2008
The National "song of the day" is Looking For Astronauts - Live Version. Got it? Good. The middle bits where the violin gets in there, makes me have an epileptic fit. So good, all the more enhanced by this currently induced caffeine high of megalithic proportions. When I was wee[er] bit lad & at the highest point of my Oasis Obsessed arc (still there pretty much, pals), I would go to Dr. Disc in Windsor all the time. They had every Oasis bootleg of live concerts imaginable. I bought every Oasis bootleg they ever had. I would spend $80.oo on a single copy of Oasis Maine. Rd and geek the fuck out on the Crosstown 2 westwardly home. I knew every incarnation of every song performed -- the slightest of changes to chords or effects, all that. I've never been so obsessed until The National leveled me onto my ass. I fucking love it. Love it love it love it.
I have some V-Fest/Oasis Camp 2008 news to report at a later point and time, either tonight or tomorrow. It's nothing too too major or maybe it is. Or, maybe it isn't. Or maybe it is. Or not. Or is. Anyway, it shall rest secretly under a non-altered general friends filter -- so as to avoid the lurking/threatening ever so failing scenestahs, the generic m0m0phobic twatty-hipstahs. Godbless!