A story about Devendra Banhart
So close, so bleeding close.
My boy had a backstage pass, and aside from the evil security dudes and the fact I’d purposely left my jacket there, I coulda got in, but there was something about a party…. I dunno, it never happened. But at least D got to meet him and shake his hand (which I later told him never to wash) They said words like “Far Out” and “Trippy” and compared eachothers facial hair. Livin the dream baby livin the dream.
Oh I might add another friend was backstage and sat in a different room the whole time…like hello???




Absnasm
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