jack “oblivious” crawford
the best thing about going to gigs in england is that the crowd know when to shut the fuck up. there’s nothing worse than having some dickhead ruin a nice, quiet and intimate moment by whooping unnecessarily and shouting something dumb.
Hog butcher for the world,
Tool maker, stacker of wheat,
Player with railroads and the nation’s freight handler;
Stormy, husky, brawling,
City of big shoulders.
the little handwritten notes ben marwood posts alongside all his store orders genuinely make my day
haha mate that’s fucking hilarious. last time i ordered something from him he wrote about his favorite condiments and the whole thing smelt like celery
it took me 2 days to get over my hangover from frank turner’s winchester gig yet i don’t regret a single minute of any of it.
i think we all wanted to grow up to be ferris but we ended up becoming cameron instead