Noting the incendiary way the author arrives at STFU. Citizens of New York, this is for you.

Second set middle of floor during the sparkle fest Ether Edge jam I hear bro joy behind me as some dude stumbles upon a friend. They shout in recognition then talk. And talk louder. And then talk more.

I turn. I glare. I dumbly ask "hey guys, what song even is this?" They keep chomping. Five+ minutes later, one bro bounces and the other taps me on shoulder to say "Hey sorry, man. Haven't seen my friend for years! You understand." I mumble "Neat, thanks."

PSA: Swap digits and fucking talk about thinks only you two care about when the best band in the world isn't making magic.