celebrate - infatuate

Oh, I swear, I know, I believe it, oh
I can't stop hearing all the singing, oh
My soul has never had this feeling
And it feels like gold

I saw this last night

How much do I love The Rocket Summer? Enough to demand my small/growing list of readers stop everything they're doing and download everything this man has ever written/played. You won't regret it. Then, next time he's in town, you can pay almost $30 and sit through two crappy bands to see him, and feel completely justified having done so.