Saw their last ever gig last night.
it is late. change is the constant. there is one other (constant). the day has retreated for hours, the dark has taken over. people have changed, people have gone, people have come. but this (stuck in time, a rhyme of time, a time unrhymed) remains true. #butyoualreadyknow
this came in the mail today. played the 1966 press of revolver i just got at the flea, and i am loving it. good day sunshine.