When I'm not busy (attempting to begin) reading university-assigned literature, reshaping hearts and dreaming, I like to go to concerts. Here's Sin Fang, an Icelandic singer/band, whose gorgeously drifting set I watched yesterday evening, accompanied by awkward hipsters and a lovely coyear, amongst other things. Drifting in reality too, the pokey/atmospheric size of the venue meant that we met him afterwards, obtaining us doodles on our records and accents in our ears.
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