A TEMPORARY RECORD

Hey hey hey, I was at this show, stumbling into it quite by accident while visiting old friends of questionable means but outstanding moral character. That was when she said she loved me. I pretended that I couldn’t hear her over the din.

Later, she asked if I would ever leave her. I responded that I’d never leave her, except for Britt Daniel, or perhaps Stephen Malkmus.

In retrospect, I probably should have said something else entirely.

How delightful.

The Walkmen performing “We’ve Been Had,” roughly six years ago at the 9:30 in DC. I’m fairly certain I attended this particular performance, with a lovely lass who had a strong Irish name and an accent to match. I broke her heart. She broke my jaw. Thus it goes with young love.

And one thing leads to another.

via Coilhouse.

Thank you, Internet.