At the 1:00 am conclusion of practice at Sound Studio Noah, a couple of bandmates like us often feel a nagging desire for the trying on of antique clothing. We ask the frizzy-haired shop owner what time he closes, and he says, decisively, "two." "Every night?" And he laughs like that's ridiculous, but this is the second time we've caught him sitting in his deserted shop with the Budweiser shoes, listening to Love Psychedelico after midnight.
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There's nothing quite like ranusaikuderiko after midnight, paired with beer. I'm glad to know this. I may never know it again.
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