Late notice on this, but my brain is FRIED after last night's EPIC New York City romp -- from shopping Fred Perry to spinning Rock Candy to chilling with Bri and the Linx kids to motherfucking catching the Toxic Avenger at Webster Hall on a whim at 3am to sleeping in my car hours later somewhere off Ave. A to driving back in a zombie march this afternoon to the tune of playoff baseball. I have made amends with New York, a city I abruptly left nine years ago. It feels like I can go home again.
But the beat goes on, and I'm spinning the We Were Promised Jetpacks show at GS tonight (also on the bill are Twilight Sad and Brakes Brakes Brakes). Never ever ever stop...
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