Oh, the 1st of May was splendid, splendid. Breakfast with Fernet Branca, beer at a bar while watching Brøndby beating Esbjerg, burgers, coffee, more beer, a drink and then a concert with I Got You On Tape. Which was great. Then a small riot in the streets and a final beer before walking home, Copenhagen, I think I love you.
Been holding on to this for a while, because I write so much about him. But bakers at dawn, this time with a guitar solo that knocks me off my feet:
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