In Boston's bustling heart, where cobblestones gleam, A wandering soul sought solace, a culinary dream. Beneath the city's vibrant gaze, his footsteps did align, With Currywurst's enticing aroma, a savory sign.
Through streets alive with music, his senses did ignite, The melody of Oneohtrix Point Never, a sonic invite. In Royale's megaclub, he danced to the beat's embrace, Where vibrant lights and youthful energy painted his face.
As the night grew long, his appetite did stir, Currywurst's siren call, a culinary allure. He joined the queue, a mix of faces old and new, Anticipation brewing, for a taste so true.
And there, amidst the crowd, a figure did appear, A smile familiar, a presence oh so dear. Daniel Lopatin, the maestro behind the sound, His presence sparked a joy that could not be bound.
With a flourish of his hand, a signature did grace, The humble paper of a currywurst, a culinary embrace. A moment etched in time, a memory to hold, Where music, food, and chance encounters unfold.
Στο 20 o Daniel Lopatin aka Oneohtrix Point Never και το ''Again''
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