hurst, jen and i went to MIL Park to watch Caribou the other night. ate a bunch of cherries, cheese and wine under some teaser storm clouds and watched 300 of the 3000 people there form synced congo-rave lines and try to rush the stage. couldn't stop staring at the guy in front of me though, wearing the Spectrum shirt i kick myself for not getting:
so that whipped up a nagging thought to go home and listen to the original as soon as i walked in the door. buuuut i have no turntable at the moment (will change today). so here's the less thrilling substitution:
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