Saw Maximo Park last night, and they were really great. REAL. Of course the entire band was there but I’ve included a picture of the lovely singer Paul in one of the many crazy jumps he did, at the low-ceilinged DougFir no less. Skinny, pale dark-haired british hotness was what i was thinking, even as I was staring directly into his gigantic nostrils the entire time. HA!

Because I only got 5 hours of sleep I’m, well, sleepy. At least I’m not hungover like every other once a week.

Also, why do yuppies feel it necessary to try and debate/argue with the band while they’re trying to entertain me? Douches.

Tiny air hearts for Paul Smith.