Definitely in my top three for favorite concerts. She fucking wailed
CRANE WIVES october sixth. Once again, i’m happy and reminded of my favorite place on earth.
I eat 16 saltine crackers then I lick my fingers
Those Who Don’t
Those who don’t know any better come into the festival located on a field covered in dead leaves and dried dunegrass and give us dirty looks while passing judgement. They think we are all ignorant. They think all we know how to do is smoke, dance, and hula hoop. They are arrogant people who have bought these tickets and come to the festival for one band only.
But we don’t feel inferior. We know the woman with full armpit hair is the mother of Magnolia, the 12 year-old mandolin player, and the elderly man playing accordian, that’s Kurt Westie, and in the tent next to him is Crazy Legs, but he’s not actually crazy, he’s just happy.
All hippies, all around, we are proud. But watch us hike into a white-washed industrial city and our eyes go into a mad hunt for trees, and our ears ache for any sound other than a car starting. Yes. This is how our lives go.
On and on.
banjo hate love music peace
