So this morning I woke up to hear Eric mumbling to himself in the bathroom…something about newspapers and chocolates? I dunno…guess he’s entered his tortured genius phase…
I’m going fucking crazy waiting for the new Lightning Bolt record to appear on my doorstep. Waiting for shit to come in the mail is fucking hell, mate. You find yourself hating the mailman…I predict ”Wonderful Rainbow” will be the record I listen to most this year…hopefully my chiropractor will repair my back and neck so I can go see them again…
