to all the folks who came up to me on the bumbershootfestival grounds today to say hello. Especially the tweaked-out dude who took a pic with me on his crushed iphone.
Also, the dad who said I might have dropped the F-bomb too much for his 12-year-old son during my show, who was standing there with him. Laughing.
Life is strange, but still magic.
Also, Elvis Costello was solid as hell. Tight-ass band, still singing great. Wu-Tang was amazing to see, but no Method Man?? Guys. Come the fuck on.