Lovely re-recording/mix of Mica. Meanwhile, this clip brings the lolz!
Why I Love Concerts.
- Hearing my favorite songs being played within twenty feet of me.
- Having an instant bond with hundreds of people I don’t know in the same room as me.
- Jumping.
- Dancing.
- Getting sweaty and not giving a shit about it.
- Being able to forget everything in that moment.
- Singing along as loud as I want, no matter how ‘bad’ I am, or if my throat hurts.
- Not giving a fuck about what the people around you think.
Really can’t wait to see Mew…!
DRESS-UP MEW!
HEY FRENGERS, YOU MUST HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS.
HERE YOU ARE! (I HOPE YOU HAVE A BIG SCREEN, IT’S A KIND OF MESS)
AND REQUESTS ARE OPEN AS EVER! ESPECIALLY, SILAS..
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Mew, “That Time on the Ledge.”
Sweetness, don’t cry.
The hurtful ones were meant to die.No, don’t let in!
For years of curious fear,
Derive every night.
We’ll all set aside.
TMS: I’m wondering if there’s any one facet of American culture that you thoroughly enjoy and/or makes you giggle endlessly.
JB: I think what strikes me as most different from Europe, or at least Scandinavia where I’m from, is how people talk to strangers in the US. One time I sat on the subway headed for Brooklyn and this elderly gentleman sitting next to me said ‘great game last night, huh?’. When I admitted to him that I knew nothing about baseball, he proceeded to explain to me the rules in great detail and even added stories of his childhood and how his father used to take him to the games. It was just really nice. An otherwise boring, uneventful and hung-over train ride became a little experience, a story, something that I remember. In my country, if you talk to a stranger on the train like that, they think that you’re a lunatic.
JB: I think what strikes me as most different from Europe, or at least Scandinavia where I’m from, is how people talk to strangers in the US. One time I sat on the subway headed for Brooklyn and this elderly gentleman sitting next to me said ‘great game last night, huh?’. When I admitted to him that I knew nothing about baseball, he proceeded to explain to me the rules in great detail and even added stories of his childhood and how his father used to take him to the games. It was just really nice. An otherwise boring, uneventful and hung-over train ride became a little experience, a story, something that I remember. In my country, if you talk to a stranger on the train like that, they think that you’re a lunatic.
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