You get the point.
about this time last year, the hitman threw this song up for Pete (PS cheaptoy: i still think that's a good name). i don't think i ever really got into how rough that week was, but i trusted the docs (not you, bS) that things would get better eventually, and they most certainly did. Pete is a crazy bastard, but i love hanging out with him (this week featured Pete and i running around manhattan by our lonesomes with literally no plans), and i perpetually can't wait to see what the next day will hold.
anyway, from some hipster's wet dream, here's the flaming lips and ESatMZs playing in the hollywood cemetery at sunrise.
a lot of me wants to hate this band. but, really, i do dig this album.
Hey Cleveland, can you hear that? It is foot steps. Two by two.
A throng of hipsters jamming out in Mexico, 2011. Also, thanks to Free for a great job while Jobu and I went on vacation. We went to Uruguay. We forgot our cameras though. Sorry.