So I’ve been in the UK for a few days now and I’m still getting used to how things work around this place.  the first thing that threw me off is their money, it’s totally pointless, I have a pocket full of change that is worth, if converted to the American dollar, a whole shitload.  I found that the majority of people dislike Americans, especially if you show up at “their” pub and try to have a good time.  Little kids here are complete shitheads, today I was called a longhaired cunt and had rocks and pens thrown at me by four 12 year olds.  Don’t ever take pictures of shithead kids, this will happen to you too.  220volt power is the dumbest thing ever invented.  Glastonbury Festival, while cool, hip and elite, actually is a giant hippy fest headlined by some bands I have never heard of.  British accents aren’t cool, especially when someone is telling you something you should remember.  Try packing your mouth full grapes and then say a sentence to someone, see how much they understand what is being said.  Everyone here is a lush.  This is actually a good thing, except that 16 year old can drink me under the table.  And the number one thing I can’t and refuse to get used to is…..  the damn food.  It’s the worst stuff I’ve ever had.  They can’t make breakfast, scrambled eggs are apparently the hardest food to make taste good.  The fish and chips are alright, they would have been better if they took the bones out though.  After reading this over I’m wondering how I’m going to survive another two weeks here?  I’ll figure it out I guess.  At least it looks nice.

I’m happy to announce that it took nearly a year after its renovation for our downtown park to once again attract drug dealers. Walking through the other day I heard a “hey you!” whistle, and a scruffy older hippy approached, asking if I wanted a 20 sack of “the kind.” Ah, the perks of being a longhair… Hippies like to use the word “the kind” around here to denote quality marijuana, and although Seattle’s The Kindness Kind includes a longhaired drummer, I’d like to think their band name has more interesting connotations than the sticky weed. Maybe they’re just super nice…

I’m really feeling their track “The Rain came late,” expansive indie-pop with twinkling keyboards and sultry, sleepy vocals. Then it gets WAY big with churning waves of guitar and retro-tone synthesizers. That they recorded their album A Novel at Bear Creek where Blonde Redhead laid down tracks is fitting. You can purchase their new album, A Novel Here.

Check out their West Coast tour stops after the jump;
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