saw msi. but before i hoppesd the train to the metro i ate a very special rice krispie treat that i got from a hippie down state. considentally another concert of sorts. but first MSI.
jimmy got pantsless which isnt anything really new. a couple of people lost their shoes and got them trown on stage. jimmy got floss tangled up on a mic, and quasi made fun of a girl who got her ass dropped doing bodysurfing. also elbowed acouple of 16 year olds who think just cause im standing around the mosh pit i want to be involved IN the mosh pit. thier kidneys are now telling them othrewise. also a lot of fuckin jailbait at the sow. looked like half the audience was under 15. of course i also saw the obligatory old man at the show. he had dreads. looked very weird. like combine a crack whore and rob zombie, that kinda wierd. my smokes got crushed and my clothes were dripping sweat by the time i got out. so all in all it was a very fun time. and hey it beats goin to the gym for an hour.
so back to the hippie concert downstate. it was Coz's hotdog harvest. which was a nice name to know before they gave out the directions, since nobody mentioned the signs to the farm would say HOTDOG. somehow i found my way to the farm about 20 miles west of springfield.
there was a small stage by the grain silos, a t least a dozen bands played and over half of them were fuckin awesome. but weve all been camping out and drinking all day in the sun and doing various other substances since the hippie van made its way there too. during the day there was about 25-50 people there camoping out. but by the time the bands started goin to full swing there was easily over a hundred. stayed as late as i could, hit the sack around 4 am [and believe it was rough makin it that far] too much booze too many drugs and i crashed. round 6 am i heard my friend in the next tent bugging some other guy about not making it through the night. and he was just GOING to bed. by the time i was upat 9am most of the people were gone. couple of the campers stayed, prob still passed out. so it was fun fun fun and i have a new found respect for all those hippies that made itthrough woodstock w/out their heads exploding.
so that was my r&r for the month an now back to the grind.
jimmy got pantsless which isnt anything really new. a couple of people lost their shoes and got them trown on stage. jimmy got floss tangled up on a mic, and quasi made fun of a girl who got her ass dropped doing bodysurfing. also elbowed acouple of 16 year olds who think just cause im standing around the mosh pit i want to be involved IN the mosh pit. thier kidneys are now telling them othrewise. also a lot of fuckin jailbait at the sow. looked like half the audience was under 15. of course i also saw the obligatory old man at the show. he had dreads. looked very weird. like combine a crack whore and rob zombie, that kinda wierd. my smokes got crushed and my clothes were dripping sweat by the time i got out. so all in all it was a very fun time. and hey it beats goin to the gym for an hour.
so back to the hippie concert downstate. it was Coz's hotdog harvest. which was a nice name to know before they gave out the directions, since nobody mentioned the signs to the farm would say HOTDOG. somehow i found my way to the farm about 20 miles west of springfield.
there was a small stage by the grain silos, a t least a dozen bands played and over half of them were fuckin awesome. but weve all been camping out and drinking all day in the sun and doing various other substances since the hippie van made its way there too. during the day there was about 25-50 people there camoping out. but by the time the bands started goin to full swing there was easily over a hundred. stayed as late as i could, hit the sack around 4 am [and believe it was rough makin it that far] too much booze too many drugs and i crashed. round 6 am i heard my friend in the next tent bugging some other guy about not making it through the night. and he was just GOING to bed. by the time i was upat 9am most of the people were gone. couple of the campers stayed, prob still passed out. so it was fun fun fun and i have a new found respect for all those hippies that made itthrough woodstock w/out their heads exploding.
so that was my r&r for the month an now back to the grind.