missprint

Last night I saw The Kings of Nuthin' at the Mid East. They never fail to amaze. Even if you're not in to rockabilly or punk they are still worth checking out. It's just a shame they can't light equipment on fire anymore. They still put on a fucking crazy show. Torr amazes me everytime he opens his mouth...well, when it's words that are coming out instead of vommit. At least this time none of it landed on me.

I've never seen so many short punk men in one place ::swoon::

I got to stand next to the mandolin player of The Dropkick Murphys. I refrained from grabbing his ass, though it was oh-so tempting. I reserve those shenanigins for St. Paddy's day shows. (yes, I know I'm a huge dork)