It might be twelve o’clock and it might be three
Time doesn’t mean that much to me
Ain’t felt this way since I don’t know when
Might not feel this way again
Musings on the Most Ridiculous Band I Can't Stop Listening To
It might be twelve o’clock and it might be three
Time doesn’t mean that much to me
Ain’t felt this way since I don’t know when
Might not feel this way again
Hampton gets all the attention, but the true connoisseur* knows that the Shoreline shows are just as good, if not better, or maybe worse. Depends on your opinion, I suppose.
BUT there’s a killer Death Don’t Have No Mercy, a rare standalone Franklin’s, and a lovely Bird Song. We Can Run is also performed.
PLUS a Mighty Quinn encore. Quinn, braj. Love the Quinn. Everybody’s gonna wanna dose, braj.
9/29/89 from Shoreline. Listen to it.
*Spelled it right the first time. I know there’s no way to prove that to you, but I swear it happened.
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