Ahh, the wonder of CHIC. The vocal-cord-straining, eardrum-crushing, retina-searing, wonder of CHIC. With volume so high you can still only hear certain noises, and bass levels so low they could fracture a rib.I don't know what it is, but something about summer concerts cause totally rational people to say things like "Eardrums? We're certainly not gonna need those later."
However, the week was more than just guitar solos and crowd surfing, and so I'm enlisting your help in the accumulation of digital media pertaining to said events (send me your pictures so I can post them). Now, you can do it via snail mail or the Pony Express, or you can email the goods to dsjohnson2 at gmail dot com. If you send them by Pony Express, please let me know so I can see the pony when it comes. I heart ponies.
Moving on. There will not be Y.G. tonight, since Tessa and I decided to see family in MN at the last moment and I'm now oh-so-far away from you. In a related subject, I appreciate all y'alls understanding in my somewhat increased levels of truancy over the last 2 weeks; I'm in a constant state of near-panic getting ready for classes and am continually coming to grips with how little I know about what I need to know. So again, apologies.
Love to all who read this. May your summer end slowly.
-dave
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