I finally got the Flaming Lips show I always wanted. It wasn’t bullshit tired and broke with a bunch of douche bags drugged out of their minds 20 hours from home. It was a bunch of incredibly friendly and hilariously energetic people who fucking love music and everybody danced and screamed and went fucking nuts throughout the entire show and it was beautiful.
And he walked right on top of me in the hamster ball and unleashed a gargantuan snake of silver balloons onto the audience and I was so close that I could reach out and touch him and we made eye contact and we smiled at each other because we were both feeling the music and we were like fuck yeah.
Now I can finally stop obsessing over their live shows and move on with my life because it was perfect.
This is such a familiar sensation to me it’s not funny.
U ever been so tired ur eyelids burn when u blink
Bon Iver hit me deep down very first time I heard them, and they still make me feel like an overcast january mid-afternoon in kansas.