n'est pas

I used to listen to the Her Space Holiday album and think to meself, "this is really good and all, but it would be so much better if, whilst listening to it, I could simulaneously watch a guy wearing a white polo shirt and khaki shorts make out with two girls, neither one of which seem to possess the slightest bit of rhythm."
Last night at the Echo Lounge, HSP made that dream come true. Because they know that when displaced Buckhead-folk take ecstacy and act like idiots, we all win.