Apologies to what may have been White Denim

Dear White Denim,

We woke up face down on my landlord’s living room floor, fully clothed, feeling like we had been cast in a cheap remake of the hangover movie. We knew we had been to your show the night before, but could only start to make out the details of the night by piecing together the bar receipts that were spilling out the pockets of our still-on jeans. This led to a general review of what was left of our personal belongings, which didn’t take very long for Gene, as he was missing some fairly important possessions. Serge, on the other hand, was able to gain some information from sent texts (“Let’s get Tim-Campbell-drunk tonight”). More memories starting dribbling in as we conducted personal physical examinations, revealing a cracked lip for Gene, and scraped elbows and a bruised rib for Serge. A few well-placed phone calls later informed us that not only were we involved in a mosh pit at your show at the Media Club the night previous, but we may well have instigated it. That’s when we realized that perhaps we (namely Serge) were a little too familiar with the members of your band after the show. We’d like you to know that it was all meant well and that we quite enjoyed your performance, at least from what we can recall. Maybe when you are back in town we can have a beer or two and forget all about it.

Sincerely,

No Look Guns

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