It's a good time to be a gypsy

Today Shayna and I signed a lease on a new apartment. Lincoln Park, baby! Which means that we are now too good for all of you. We'll be living among the hoity toity yuppies.
In reality, we're just a couple of hobos from The Swamp (otherwise known as Andersonville).


I am so incredibly excited! I finally found a song that I have been searching for, for over a year now. I had actually given up, but I've found it! It's way less exciting than I remember it, but I'm just glad to hear it again.
During my time in London, I lived next door to a very interesting guy named Danny. I only ever met him once, but he was quite the character and apparently nocturnal. There were so many nights where I'd wake up at 4am with a contact high while this song blasted through the walls, sometimes literally making things in my room shake. Besides the fact that he always seemed to do this on nights where I had morning classes the next day, I could never really be too mad about it. There was just something about this horrible song that made me look forward to randomly hearing it pounding through our shared wall.
I never got the chance to ask what the song was, but here it is in all of it's glory. Finally.