Wow. Evening of pure metal goodness.
Hold on, I'm going to get a bowl of cheerios and then transcribe my evening of pain.
Okay, so the Three Inches of Blood show was at the shittiest dive bar EVER. It was replete with a massive-chested bar-wench and a lot of really drunk nu-metal fans. No good for little ol' me, I tell you what. Seriously, this place was next to a fucking Hooters.
That being said... We got there REALLY REALLY early and had to sit in this shitty dive listening to Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers and wait for bands. The first band was so forgettable I have nothing to say about them.
The second band is the only band I've ever walked out on. They were called Flu. They were, quite literally, the suckiest bunch of sucks that ever sucked. Nu-metal songs about penises do not get me excited. If I ever want a legion of drunken fans, remind me to grow a beard, braid it, and then play a guitar with a very very long shoulderstrap. It seemed to work for these chuckleheads. Waiting outside I hung out with some hipsters. That was nice. Good to see LipstickTheif for more than, oh, 15 minutes at a time.
Three Inches started to set up. They played. It was, as usual, fucking awesome. Cam was wearing an SG t-shirt. They gave Lotus a shout-out for some awesome cookies. It was grand. I got the mic again. I got to scream backup for Balls of Ice. I'm going to miss those guys while they're in Europe.
So I'm sitting here with a lacerated finger, a severly crushed sternum and a ringing in my ears. Yay for metal.
Hold on, I'm going to get a bowl of cheerios and then transcribe my evening of pain.
Okay, so the Three Inches of Blood show was at the shittiest dive bar EVER. It was replete with a massive-chested bar-wench and a lot of really drunk nu-metal fans. No good for little ol' me, I tell you what. Seriously, this place was next to a fucking Hooters.
That being said... We got there REALLY REALLY early and had to sit in this shitty dive listening to Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers and wait for bands. The first band was so forgettable I have nothing to say about them.
The second band is the only band I've ever walked out on. They were called Flu. They were, quite literally, the suckiest bunch of sucks that ever sucked. Nu-metal songs about penises do not get me excited. If I ever want a legion of drunken fans, remind me to grow a beard, braid it, and then play a guitar with a very very long shoulderstrap. It seemed to work for these chuckleheads. Waiting outside I hung out with some hipsters. That was nice. Good to see LipstickTheif for more than, oh, 15 minutes at a time.
Three Inches started to set up. They played. It was, as usual, fucking awesome. Cam was wearing an SG t-shirt. They gave Lotus a shout-out for some awesome cookies. It was grand. I got the mic again. I got to scream backup for Balls of Ice. I'm going to miss those guys while they're in Europe.
So I'm sitting here with a lacerated finger, a severly crushed sternum and a ringing in my ears. Yay for metal.
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