(T-B: Your Greatest Moment, Quiet Game Starting Now, June Breaks Bright) Yes, even snobby little indie hipster pricks like myself can indulge in a bit of guilty-pleasure fist pumpin' once in a while. I recently went out to the tiny, Stephen King-ish town of Elmira (near Fairfield and Vacaville) to see a group of pop punk, emo, and screamo bands with some crazy lesbian friends of mine. While the music wasn't quite as interesting as the scene or the cute boys, it was still a fun night.
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