If you ever get the chance to see The Decemberists in concert and do not go, I will kick your ovaries into a lake.
A band who plays a full album and then goes on to play another album's worth of songs, and then comes back with a three song encore is worth the burning, standing-for-four-hours pain in my shapely calves.
Wake up, it's a new day.
REWIND AND REWIND AND REWIND
He is a strange specimen. Poet, guitarist, writer, and an avid freak. He enjoys long midnight walks and quiet contemplation, and going on food runs with his friends. Please use caution when approaching this individual - he is known to eat children and engage strangers in complex philosophical questions.
He is a strange specimen. Poet, guitarist, writer, and an avid freak. He enjoys long midnight walks and quiet contemplation, and going on food runs with his friends. Please use caution when approaching this individual - he is known to eat children and engage strangers in complex philosophical questions.
Who's this guy?
Get to know me a little better.
If you scrolled all the way down here, you must be bored.
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