We'd probably be just as miz-uh-bull were we now in either of these two cities where we once enjoyed ourself, but maybe we can pretend otherwise for a few moments.
Jesus gawd, mute the above: Young folksingy person. (We'll never forgive Bob Dylan.)
Dull techno or whatever it's called. At least no whiny-ass vocals.
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