last night jeff, lana and i walked to a noise show in philly. We don’t really have shows like that in memphis so after a few forties it was really great. I snuck in a McDonalds cup full of whiskey so towards the end of the show jeff and i were moshing while everyone else stood around watching. fucking ruled. At the end one of the guys playing puts on Fleetwood Mac and starts singing along and talking about his girlfriend, ending up rolling on the floor in his boxers.
Noise=fleetwood mac karoke

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