If the sea were made of whiskey and I was a duck, I'd swim to the bottom and never come up.

I know I know. You all hate me for it. But too fucking bad. : )

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But last night, in Golden Gate Park, in the mist of San Francisco, I saw one of my favorite, beloved bands. And I knew every song. And even when I closed my eyes, I could see/feel every word and vibration.

God, Radiohead is amazing. Just so spectacular on stage. Weog2i3jrlk23jdoisdgh!

I have pictures and videos, but not at this very moment. Czech the site out though: www.sfoutsidelands.com

I also had the opportunity to see Manu Chao who were exciting and fun to listen to/dance to, and Steel Pulse. Unfortunately I couldn't make it to Beck just 'cause they severely fucked up scheduling. But hey, at least I trudged out happily. Ja?

This might be the end of Holythejazz on Mindsay. Or possibly, the end of my blogging career.

I've never felt misery so up-close and personal. Hm.