Dear and the Headlights

We made the loathsome conquest of a travel to southern colorado springs to witness Dear and the Headlights create intoxicating harmonies via strings and rhythmic banging. They pulled it off spectacularly well, just like every one of the 27 odd times I have seen them. Most importantly, they are our buddies and it was even better hugging their sweaty bodies in their plaid-clad. Now I am sitting here on an ugly sofa with my puppy tugging on my ear and a swirly cerebral sensation. Here is to late nights. And stupid drives. God Fuckin Bless