Woke up this morning after the Foster the People, Miles Kane, and Friendly Fires concert feeling good. Weird being one of the only english speakers in the crowd... I wonder what it is like going to a concert where you don't understand anything.
Oh wait, rap concerts.
Got elbowed in the face by some enthusiastic Miles Kane fans, probably as revenge for me elbowing them when they were jumping on me. I may be short, and I may not take up a ton of space, but I won't let crazed frenchmen push me around. Elbows of steel, meet frogs.
Imprinted on my hand is "drummer can I have your number?"
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