Oh fuck YES. I love the Watchmen. If you haven't read this, pick it up now. It's arguably the best comic book ever. (I like Preacher more, but this is still fucking amazing.) Zack Snyder (who directed 300) is behind the helm, and the cast is looking fucking ridiculous. I'm so excited, I may cream my jeans.
They nailed it, in my opinion...so stoked....
BuffStock 2K7
I just got home from OBX...nice little 8 hour trip starting @ 3:30 AM. Shit sucked.
I get in the front door, pop open the MacBook, and open up an e-mail dated 7:45 this morning. The e-mail tells me that my band, The Dirty Drop, will be playing BuffStock tonight at 7. Evidently, BuffStock is a festival/concert held in a large barn somewheres in Western Jersey, close to Pennsyltucky. Of course, this is the first I've heard of it.
I mean, I know that I'm the drummer, and typically, all you need to do with drummers is tell them when and where to show up, but this is a little last minute, even for my band.
Don't get me wrong, I fucking love playing the drums. I'd play at an underground mole-rave for fuck's sake. But, after a long day of travel w/ the entire family, the last thing I want to do is drive to New Gunswick, pack up my drums, drive to wherever the fuck Buffstock is, unpack my drums, play an hour set, re-pack my drums, and drive back home. Bleech. I just hope I don't play like shit. Travelling all day tends to make me play with less than my usual gusto...but I'm still gonna make people groove their asses off.
Maybe I'll just dose when I get there. Tripping face seems to always make everything better. 