A makeshift guide to recognizing poetry outside of paradise.
Sunday, May 3, 2009
The Swedes are alright
Saw Peter Bjorn and John at the 9:30 Club in D.C. last night (thanks to Dana for the free tix). They were wonderful - exactly what I needed in my life. My new pre-graduation anthem:
"Life's dirty. Life's unclean. It's birth, it's sex, it's the intestinal tract. One big squishy, unsanitary mess. It never gets any cleaner either. You know, dust to dust, worms crawl in, worms crawl out, right? Even though we know that, we still walk the walk, we still live the life. We're like a bunch of little kids. Little kids, you know, we jump in this big old pond of mud and we're slapping it all over our face, rubbing our hair all down our backs and we're making these glorious, gooey pies. That's us. We're fabulous."
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