Sleepy Sunday. Mlaaaaaargh. /goes to find mango and sit out on the front steps with a book
Grace Potter. Again. Goddamn. It's almost funny how much the band jumped straight out of the late '60s, but I can't laugh because I'm too busy drooling at how awesome they are. Bassist's got some wicked groove (and legs) and the guitarist's accents are just so tasty. (I recommend watching it full-screen or linked - it's delicious quality)
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