2PM - I have heard the voice of my generation, and his name is Ansel Arkin. In my room listening to Ansel and Kevin's record. It's so good. It's like nothing that's going on right now. As I told people last night. This is a band I could see myself paying 30 dollars to see some day. Plays at 45 RPM. My stereo was already set because I had been listening to those 7"s from the Path's basement. The show last night was great. He himself could have had more reverb, but it was both genius and spectacular, on fire and full of anger energy. He has this look on his face for a length of time, so serious, to which he says ... "That was my Mit Romney face." I observe, like the T shirts, he does really look like Beavis & Butthead. Nearing the end of the set the jukebox from the bar starts infiltrating the room pretty bad. It's distracting but was super memorable. During these pauses his hands are in the air in these dramatic gestures and this music is leaking in, he throws in there "What the hell is going on?" gestures into the mix. It makes everybody laugh. "Where can I get a record by the backup band?" "Uh.. myspace, last FM, itunes."I helped mom buy some records and a t shirt she can wear while gardening. I joke around with Kevin at the merch table. I put two copies of their record I bought under our 1 single record for sale. A kid comes up asking about it, to which I remark. "This is our first record, and this is our second record." pointing to revealing their record.
"You know what's a great thing to do at Sheetz? Open the donut case, pretend like you're sniffing something and take a bite." Car ride with Carl and Jake to get Maddy at Albert and Caitlin's. The bazaar was creep. Old people staring suspiciously. It's annoying to be watched like you're about to steal. Steal a warped record, or a pilled old Adidas sweater.
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