Yum Yum Went to Roskilde and the Strokes May Have Saved Him.
I think it was the final storm clouds late Saturday night that did it. I couldn’t take any more. I was done. Roskilde had sapped me dry and I had nothing left to give. I have a suspicion that it might be age, but then again I have never really been a festival kind of dude. The sight of a wet tent fills me with dread and hoards of sweaty kids covered in mud makes me feel uneasy. Too many people drunk and hammered in one place can be a worrying thing to see. Yes, I must be getting old. My buddies call me a princess and they are probably right. Poor Yum Yum. Continue Reading →