So I didn’t think I could sit through another play of “Thriller” after hearing it more times than we had days down there, but the first thing my girlfriend points out is the dancing lizard commercial, and my first day back to work starts off staring at the poster for its reissue. Ugh. South America is exactly 25 years behind; If it wasn’t “Thriller,” it was other bad 80’s synth-pop. I had many red Vette/big blonde hair/the only thing missing was David Hasselhoff dreams. But besides that it was great, thank you all who wished me good luck. We did everyhing we wanted to, including Machu Picchu (tourist trap, but awesome none-the-less), biked the “World’s Most Dangerous Road,” ate a guinea pig (not good at all, and kind of depressing) and some alpaca, saw some tire-fire road blocks, both oceans and a five-foot tall hyena-ish thing, and didn’t get yellow fever. Woot.
I came home to the ENVY reissues and Black Mountain preorder on my doorstep, but besides that I’m a month behind on all the new trends. I didn’t find a single decent record store, and the herds of Evanescence Fan Club members (a surprising number of whom rocked Avril Lavigne backpacks) told me I wasn’t going to. I did enjoy me some Andean flute music, however. I knew what I was going to make LAB016 the second I got home, I’ll post it soon.