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Courtney Barnett. That wasn't a concert, that was a nuclear reactor blowing away the venue, the city, the continent. It was like watching Nirvana at their absolute prime, but with a frontperson intoxicated on words instead of lethal drugs. (Well, CB's words are fucking lethal, though). And she blew a kiss at me for giving her flowers (right after "Avant Gardener", of course!).
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You either die a punk or you live long enough to see yourself become classic rock.
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