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usually when I go to a show, I start writing it in my head. either literally, or I'll take these mental snapshots, like when the feather fell to the drumkit at the decemberists last wednesday. or when I was talking to ed harcourt, knowing I'd be scribbling about it furiously the second I got to my car.

the wrens, however, have rendered me speechless.

so go put the meadowlands on as loud as it will go.

we stood wide-eyed in the bowery ballroom, now littered with cups and papers, looking at each other in disbelief.

me: jesus fucking christ.

kacia: I think I'm in love with charles.

I'll let you know if I come up with any more words.

~vvb

Victoria Uhl