a whirlpool running round in my head

fleeting images of the westerberg concert on saturday keep coming back to haunt me this fine, fine monday morning.

right now i keep remembering the entire audience singing along to “if only you were lonely,” because st. paul said that he wasn’t sure he could remember all the words.

he didn’t do too bad. but biffed my favorite line, “somewhere there’s a smile with my name on it.”

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