Oh man! If I was twenty again, a jumble of nerves and a well of electric energy, I’d be in the front row for every damn MGMT gig. Yup, I’d be pumping the air with an overzealous fist and shaking my head in time like there was no tomorrow, just an endless series’ of todays. Only I’m not. So I think I’ll just stand up the back and discreetly tap my foot instead.

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