I go by my initials.

I like ampersands and semicolons and libraries and notebooks and trains and bathtubs and photographs and Post-it notes and chin-ups and piggy backs and Saltines and skim milk and harmonicas and corduroys and steak and soup spoons and rain boots and headbands and sunglasses and tutus and, especially, knee socks.

Dec4

peppersjam:

I was looking at recent The National setlists on setlist.fm and I was curious as to why they’ve been ending shows with Vanderlyle Crybaby Geeks. It’s a good song, but an interesting choice for a show-ender. Last night it became clear: they do it unplugged and ask the audience to sing along.

It was a strong way to end a great concert, and a pretty insane encore (both Mr. November and Terrible Love rocked our faces off, of course).

I apologize for my singing voice in this video, but hey—they asked us to sing. I can’t argue with a drunk Matt Berninger.

This made me embarrassingly emotional outside of Stop & Shop while waiting for my bus, not because I love The National (though I do love The National), but because I didn’t even realize that I missed hearing Steve’s voice until I heard it again. Long distance friendship problems.

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