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Why oh why do I ever look at comments on Animal Collective live videos.
Where's the bass?
Avery
Drugs
Missing things from the studio version
They look too into it they must be on drugs
What's wrong with their synth? (It's a piano)
The crowd isn't dancing
And I just think GET IN GRAVE.
GET IN GRAVE.
DIG A GRAVE. GET IN IT.
I'm a pretty empathetic person and I try hard to understand people's differences. I can conceptualise the mindset of racism and violence and liking rubbish music and having no sense of humour and being intellectually and emotionally stunted. That's most people. I can conceptualise how Hitler could reach a point where his ideological boner runs away from him and he just thinks 'yeah, best get rid of anyone who doesn't fit the picture in my head' but how can someone listen to the Take Away version of Taste and say 'they look to into it they must be on drug'?
In all the infinite possibilities of human existence in an unfathomably vast universe, how can one person be so limited in imagination and experience as to so reduce anything slightly beyond their pitifully narrow horizon. Look at the sky mate, an ever evolving Sistine ceiling beneath the aeons of mystery and majesty.
'zzzz borin'.
The years of artistry and co-operation with nature in the growing, rolling, drying and preparation of a tea leaf, brewed carefully with respect for where it's come from and the backbreaking work of tea farmers and its unique place in the history of the entire universe.
'muslem go back home'.
'let's have some bake beans and Cola drink'.
'kill a animal for a laugh'.
'avery'.
I'm trying, mum. I'm really trying hard. I'm not the perfect son you think I am but I'm trying to understand and forgive. Father in heaven, I'll forgive my trespassers.
