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This is our official statement on whether or not a heaven exists

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beyond ridiculous

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SOTY

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Vestcore's finest hour.

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Garbage, Screaming Females, "Because the Night"?  Perfect

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Age catches up with all of us. This is our plight at Boozewolf HQ today.

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highly anticipated

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Mantra for the week

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Girl, we off in this jeep

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YEAH

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Not acceptable at all

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windows open, feels like spring, let's roll

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Celebration Rock

Note:  I wrote this awhile ago for some other reason and there are kids playing basketball outside my window right now and it's 40 degrees out, but they don't seem to give a fuck.  Right on...

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From the opening line of the opening song, it's easy to tell what the protagonist is up to. Like so many voices before, he's getting wasted with the reckless abandon that only comes with youth. When you're young, there's never a second to waste. Every moment is a chance to make the memory of a lifetime. Every second that passes without capturing that memory simply gets replaced with another. Youth is a never ending bank of second chances, each withdrawal begetting another deposit. Celebration Rock isn't just another album to blare at cop-inviting volumes after a night of partying, although it certainly works well in that capacity. Instead, it's a joyful celebration of youthful exuberance. It's the night your friends convinced you to blow off work the next morning to get drunk in the basement of someone you don't know. It's every ill-advised one night stand. It's that song that played in the bar that night you were so drunk you were propped against the pinball machine trying your damnedest to not collapse into worthless heap. It's every moment you never had a care in the world. It's every shot you never paid for. It's every girl whose name you never knew. It's every night where your only worry was the burning question of how to top the night before. I remember reading an interview where one of the band members said they cut this album under the belief they were making their last record. It's the sort of statement that makes perfect sense. The album drips with the finite--while these nights may be perfect, they always end. The sun always comes up on the tail end and another night always begins. And while you might have more amazing experiences along the way, you'll never have that night back. You'll never have that feeling again.  When they wonder "if I had all of the answers and you had the body you wanted, would we love with a legendary fire?", they aren't just waxing poetic. Instead, they're conjuring the ghosts of everyone's midnights past. Every hangover, every broken heart. Everyone who's ever had no idea what they wanted from life outside of those nights. Answers and perfection are what lie on the otherside. Unfettered, naive passion is the blood of youth. Celebration Rock embraces that. Those nights, they always end eventually, but we still cling to them. For in those moments and memories, we remember never feeling more alive in a world of infinite possibilities.

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