It's not often I wake up to 15 missed calls and 20 text messages these days... In fact I would say it never happens anymore. But something happened last night in NYC that warranted it. Something that triggered memories, blew minds, and made everyone want to talk to everyone else before, during, and after... MBV apparently fucking destroyed NYC last night, and I'm wondering why the hell I didn't go.
From Billboard:
"They came, they played, they conquered. Actually, they destroyed. Or maybe they did something to us that we can't really even describe. Whatever happened, My Bloody Valentine's performance last night in New York is already going down as the most affecting thing that a lot of people have ever experienced."
Source.