Monday, January 31, 2011


at least portland got it right this time instead of that fiasco at the rose garden back in 2006. not the same show without carlos on bass, but interpol killed it. i did hafta lock the whip up three blocks away because of all the fixies hanging in the trees. someone needs to get the word out in portland that every show at the roseland is not a rave. leave your glowing pacifier at home. it was portlandia cliche on display to the illest. when in pearl, what did i expect? i have never been so happy to see high desert sunrise and a mostly empty coffee shop without an ironic moustache behind the counter.
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