April 22, 2012
4:36 pm
Post-Parental Guidance.

Tour is over.

It was a sincere delight to be utterly trounced by Perfume Genius on a nightly basis—to be stared down like effete clowns by audiences who had paid to have their hearts broken. In attempts to prove myself, I pressed my body to previously unfathomable heights (depths)—giving myself a shiner with an ass-over-tit fall against a grimy floor in San Diego, a cymbal-bloodied nose in Denton, Tx, and a bruised crown and sacrum from an epic stage fall in Atlanta.

I can’t say that it was worth it. I can say that I’m glad it all happened. And these are some things that Paul saw: