i went atp

and, afterwards, appeared some photos. none, of course, of the magnificent shows played by the liars, devendra banhart and vashti bunyan. it would far too embarrassing to hold up my phone and take a crappy picture, it’s expensive-looking and the unavoidable envy would sour the atmosphere of unrestricted beard-growing and melodic meandering that represents hippiedom these days. i don’t even remember taking many pictures, but i think somebody discovered the mosaic setting. it’s hardly lucy’s fancy camera, but it sure is gimmicky! looking at these bizarre constructions, its almost like it was yesterday again.

im going back very soon. i have my reasons