This is the part where I died.
Let’s talk about the Avett Brothers concert I went to, shall we? And how un-fucking-believable it was. And how I kinda wanted to live in the moment that was Kick Drum Heart forever and ever (see also: I Killed Sally’s Lover, and I And Love And You). God, they were such perfection. Such mindblowingly, brilliant, spectacular perfection that it didn’t even matter that I was surrounded by drunk people on all sides, or that the drunkest of the bunch placed unwanted smooches into my hair (it was a really weird night to be kind of honest, but I guess that’s what happens when you attend concerts alone). ANYWAY, they were just the greatest and Seth and Scott were super adorable and I just want to see them in concert all the time, always.
