"...please remember me, happily... by the rosebush laughing with bruises on my chin, the time when... we counted every black car passing... your house beneath the hill, and up until... someone caught us in the kitchen with maps, and mountain range, a piggy bank... a vision too removed to mention...."
I wanted to hear Trapeze Swinger sooooo bad.... but what a beautiful show.
(Wednesday, June 1, 2011 at the Warfield w/ Jen)
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