sometimes you just want to listen to some 2000s nerdy electronic rock

without being reminded of your sister's evil ex, and all the "famous people" he knew. teen-fuckers ruin everything.

and rethink that time in your life, and with some distance realize they were all probably shit too. some mild fames, miserable 'fames', you know, pitchfork top 100--that is still 100 people. a lot

like, when they wanted to play the piano in the hotel lobby so that you believed they were classically trained,

or wanted to play chess with your body, circa 17, at their 45-year-old-industrial-post-porn-goth-legend's giant house,

or watch them play out their mid-20s crawling like lobsters on sidewalks, putting you on the list at their club night, most valuable 16.y.o, dance in bubbles, drunk watch them eat pancakes at Dennys, 

or had their road crew fill a small pool with jello and you, "don't have to have a bathing suit, just wear your underwear" and maybe you could fight their ex-gf in that pool and they are good because they are straight-edge,

or, all locals, after their show on the beach, they tuck hair behind ear, squint eyes in sunlight and tell you to read On the Road, that it will change your life, that you will run away from home and travel across the country, "forget college. it will change your life, you'll see." takes your hand, "you'll read it, right?"

you had already read it.
bad you, read them too.
mostly because, locals.