Back in the day, when I was a little raver, I would stand in line at the clubs and get sweaty-palmed and rumbly-tummied with excitement in anticipation of all the fun I was going to be having dancing and jumping around and killing off my brain. I now have the palm/tummy effect for Gogol Bordello. It's almost too much. Anytime now I'm going to start playing with outfits and make-up. And wishing for my first car. And looking forward to college. I feel young.