I actually had a dream last week that I was late late late and could not get to the concert...I mean the most ridiculous things kept happening and by the time I got there I had to listen to the last few songs from outside of whatever generic.arena.001 was appearing in my dream because the doors were all locked...with chains and padlocks...Ya i may need help, so what
This is the best place to be a dork <grin>
Bonnaroo is 83 days 1 hour 11 minutes 4 secs according to inforoo
Synchronicity will always be my first love, first Police album I bought, which I paid for in change iirc...[as a kid you have no sense that this is a strange strange strange thing to do and its kinda a shame you end up growing out of that]...anyway, dad let me have all the coins in his spare-change vase if I counted it all and reported a total to the penny...it was like a bitchin 63 some odd dollars and he was absolutely shocked it was that much...ssscooorrre!] I went to the mall, bought records and some way-80s things called 'outliner' pens...toxic things that were once really the coolest of cool to write notes to friends with...
I loved the cover and the album is inextricably tied up in a certain time and place in my life and I can't ever forget that...I thought it was the absolutely coolest ever & I get these strange flashbacks/memories that I wouldn't probably otherwise remember if not for those songs