Man O Man, have I had a good weekend!?!?!
Apart from the sickening news about Dimebag on Wednesday it has been an absolute feed.
Thursday night was Lamb Of God, Throwdown and As I Lay Dying. As I Lay Dying are up there as one the tightest, heaviest bands I have ever seen, if you think they're good on record they absolutely slay live. Throwdown on the other hand seem to have forgotten that they are a joke band and now appear to take themselves seriously.... It was funny that their best song of the night was actually a Sepultura cover. Lamb Of God were good solid metal but As I Lay Dying stole the night. Alchohol Intake: 3 pints.
Friday night was Dillinger Escape Plan, Poison The Well and Ephel Duath. Less said about the two support bands the better really. Dillinger put another good solid set out. Pit injuries, grazed shin. Alcohol Intake: 5 pints.
So to the after gig club shenanigans.... was in there for about 20 minutes, couldn't tell you what music they were playing. Two double jack and cokes, decided to bust a groove home. Bought a couple of people back with us, Nick fell over running for the night bus... nice. Got home, and two of the people that came back with us proceeded to slag everything off in sight. Me, my christmas tree, Sarah and Nick. Conversation: Girl 1: 'Do you want us to leave?' Dan: 'Yes, actually, I do want you to leave. Get out. Girl 2 'How are we going to get back to Eastbourne?' Nick: 'You should have thought about that before you slagged everyone off. Fuck Off'
Saturday morning. Pub lunch where I partook in the 'ULTIMATE BURGER' First pint of the day at 12:30 pm. Loaded up with 34 sachets of French Mustard, I'm pretty sure you can't find that in shops anymore. Ran along to our good friend Lindsay's bar . Three more pints. Linsday 'Do you guys want a shot ?' Us: 'Yes please' Lindsay 'Ever done a jager bomb?' Us: 'No, sort us out'
She poured shots of jager in glasses of redbull... deck those... 3:30 pm. Johnny Truant gig in an hour.
This was a special gig for one of my best mate's who died earlier this year. It was a benefit show , met Joolz' parent's finally. You have to realise Joolz was a legend, and a drinker... and I guess it was quite fitting that by the time we got to the gig, we couldn't see... I especially couldn't even stand up. I am pretty sure I didn't do anything stupid... except for falling over during the Johnny Truant set... more then once. How'd I get home ? Who shared the taxi with me ? And how nice was that spicy bean burger from the chicken shop. Total Alcohol Intake..... I have no idea. But I had a nice conversation with Lise before I passed out, fully clothed on my bed. And it was only 11:30 pm.
Sunday. First band rehersal. Cancelled. Due to us all being too hungover. No texts yet asking me just why was I that drunk on Saturday.... but hey, we're all the same. Taking metal to where it needs to be. In the memory of some of the hellraisers we have lost this year. Joolz Brooker. Darrell 'Dimebag' Abbott. RIP.
Peace out.
Apart from the sickening news about Dimebag on Wednesday it has been an absolute feed.
Thursday night was Lamb Of God, Throwdown and As I Lay Dying. As I Lay Dying are up there as one the tightest, heaviest bands I have ever seen, if you think they're good on record they absolutely slay live. Throwdown on the other hand seem to have forgotten that they are a joke band and now appear to take themselves seriously.... It was funny that their best song of the night was actually a Sepultura cover. Lamb Of God were good solid metal but As I Lay Dying stole the night. Alchohol Intake: 3 pints.
Friday night was Dillinger Escape Plan, Poison The Well and Ephel Duath. Less said about the two support bands the better really. Dillinger put another good solid set out. Pit injuries, grazed shin. Alcohol Intake: 5 pints.
So to the after gig club shenanigans.... was in there for about 20 minutes, couldn't tell you what music they were playing. Two double jack and cokes, decided to bust a groove home. Bought a couple of people back with us, Nick fell over running for the night bus... nice. Got home, and two of the people that came back with us proceeded to slag everything off in sight. Me, my christmas tree, Sarah and Nick. Conversation: Girl 1: 'Do you want us to leave?' Dan: 'Yes, actually, I do want you to leave. Get out. Girl 2 'How are we going to get back to Eastbourne?' Nick: 'You should have thought about that before you slagged everyone off. Fuck Off'
Saturday morning. Pub lunch where I partook in the 'ULTIMATE BURGER' First pint of the day at 12:30 pm. Loaded up with 34 sachets of French Mustard, I'm pretty sure you can't find that in shops anymore. Ran along to our good friend Lindsay's bar . Three more pints. Linsday 'Do you guys want a shot ?' Us: 'Yes please' Lindsay 'Ever done a jager bomb?' Us: 'No, sort us out'
She poured shots of jager in glasses of redbull... deck those... 3:30 pm. Johnny Truant gig in an hour.
This was a special gig for one of my best mate's who died earlier this year. It was a benefit show , met Joolz' parent's finally. You have to realise Joolz was a legend, and a drinker... and I guess it was quite fitting that by the time we got to the gig, we couldn't see... I especially couldn't even stand up. I am pretty sure I didn't do anything stupid... except for falling over during the Johnny Truant set... more then once. How'd I get home ? Who shared the taxi with me ? And how nice was that spicy bean burger from the chicken shop. Total Alcohol Intake..... I have no idea. But I had a nice conversation with Lise before I passed out, fully clothed on my bed. And it was only 11:30 pm.
Sunday. First band rehersal. Cancelled. Due to us all being too hungover. No texts yet asking me just why was I that drunk on Saturday.... but hey, we're all the same. Taking metal to where it needs to be. In the memory of some of the hellraisers we have lost this year. Joolz Brooker. Darrell 'Dimebag' Abbott. RIP.
Peace out.
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