Many years ago, when I was living in Chicago, I was at a child’s backyard birthday party, and I was bored as fuck. That shit was ass. It seemed like the people at the house next door were having a way better time. I kept looking over the fence and being like, “Damn, everyone over there looks cooler than everyone over here, and they all seem to be having way more interesting conversations.” Someone told me that a member of Tortoise lived next door and that they were having a barbecue, and I spent the whole birthday party sulking, wishing I was at the Tortoise barbecue instead. Well, now we can all be at the Tortoise barbecue, metaphorically speaking.
