Yesterday I thought about how awesome it'd be to be a fucking Indian back in, like, the 1800s or some shit. Riding around bareback on a horse like Cochise wearing a headdress with a fucking tomahawk on my waist. I'd shoot bows and arrows at cowboys, scalp dudes and all that. Shit totally kills being a thug or gangster nowadays. I'd chant along doing peyote and shit with my fellow Indians, and probably would like to jam to something along the lines of Yeasayer.
Yeasayer are a group of dudes from Brooklyn. They make really good music; and I need to throw Jesse at 180 a huge shout out and thanks for introducing me to them.
I'm gonna kind of keep this one short granted I need to get packing for this weekend's Fun Fun Fun Fest. I'll try to shoot some photos for you guys, but don't hold me to it.
Until then, please enjoy the tunes via Yeasayer.
-Chris
mp3:
Yeasayer - 2080
Yeasayer - Sunrise
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