on the 4th of July, we saw Peter Hook dj at a gay club. he fanned me with a cd & we sang the lyrics of the Stone Roses' "Made of Stone" to each other.
the next day, a group of us drove to Flagstaff, where it was about 30 degrees cooler. there, we went to a music festival. people there loved some dude called Roger.
we sat in the grass.
D slept through the first band, because they were just that horrible.
finally, the MEAT PUPPETS! they were tremendous.
and...
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