Sunday, May 4, 2008
silent like the wind
The singer for Future Islands is Jack Black co-incarnate and I was rarely over two feet from Dan Deacon's light panel and trippy green skull. I was the last participant in the dance contest (sassy as fuck) and ended up with no competitor so I ended up becoming the start of a dance gauntlet. The concert ended two hours ago and my ears are still ringing and I will be so sore tomorrow from dancing for almost two hours straight. But I know I will not be sorry. "Spiderman of the Rings" will be spinning on my record player tomorrow. Motherfucking Dan Deacon, motherfucker.