I went to Coachella one time, and as I waited in line to get in, 3 kids just went for it -- they'd waited for a moment of inattention and just charged ticketless across a no-man's land beyond the ticket booths into the heart of the festival. Two of them disappeared into the masses, but one kid, he didn't make it.
After pursuing security took him down, he grinned sheepishly, the epitome of "ok, ok, you got me, you got me", disarmingly surrendered, aw shucksing it in the direction they directed. And in that very next half-moment of inattention, he took off again, pell-mell into the sunlight.
I honestly don't even remember if he made it, maybe I never even saw. But I was so struck by that moment, by the way that he seemed like he was just having _fun_ trying to get away with it, like he didn't even really care either way if he ever got in, he just had too much energy to stop trying.
Quarterbacks got a bit of that.
They're aggressively coarse, unpracticed, unrefined - those yelpy vocals, those jangly guitars played half-right. But they just keep coming, never starting to even seem like they've got any sense of the stakes, blasting through Punch Line pacing to the tune of 19 songs in 22 minutes, offbeating headlong into the next dayglo hardcore doubletime Bee Thousand microhook just as you tackle the last one, until fuckit kids, you earned, run wild. Good for you, may we all learn a thing or two 4/5
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