In Honor Of Isaac Brock’s Birthday This Title Is Short(er), But Don’t Worry, I Haven’t Lost My Edge: Seventeen: Mouse

A few nights ago I was at one of the stranger concerts of my handsome young life: Modest Mouse, who since around the time I was born have been yelling about cockroaches and the Devil and stuff, and are somehow still at it, on a Friday night in Utrecht, half an hour south of Amsterdam as the train, my ticket for which no one ever checked and therefore I’m a little annoyed I [...]