Things like this give me a really distinct feeling. Mostly I remember that feeling I had at Pitchfork when I saw Grimes playing alongside Blood Diamonds. Claire was up there flailing that skinny body and long hair around when I looked above me and saw glitter blowing from the stage as the stars were appearing through the tangle of tree branches. While the beats were deafeningly pulsating, I was dancing inside of that crowd packed like s tuna can. But so was everyone else. And it was packed because we all knew that being there to see Grimes, barely able to breathe, was worth it because it made your heart and mind soar into
OBLIVION.
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