About a month after I moved to Portland, the Unicorns did an in-store performance at Jackpot! records. I was so stoked. I went over three hours before it was supposed to start and just stood in front of the store because I wanted to get right up in the front. Five minutes before the performance was scheduled to begin, I realized that there was nobody else waiting in line and the band was nowhere to be seen. So I went into the store and was like, uhh hey what's the deal with this Unicorns shit that's supposed to be happening? and the dude was all Haha, yeah buddy that business is going on at the downtown store.
Don’t get your hopes up. We are talking right now but that’s as far as it’s gotten. We’ve talked about this kind of thing many times over the years and while it’s true that this is the furthest along it’s gotten, conceptually, it’s still just talk.
My hopes are still way up. They talk and they have the master of Who Will Cut Our Hair. These are big steps.
I was an Ayn Rand believer for a year or so in high school after reading The Fountainhead and Atlas Shrugged. Then you grow up and slowly realize that her ideology is pathological, absolutely without basis in reality, and so deeply tied to her personal psychoses that it's virtually fantasy.
In other words, I'm giving this dude the benefit of the doubt and hoping that he's 17.