the rabbit show on saturday night was pretty good...considerin'...
it was at the pound 'n' the soundguy must've had his thumb up his ass b/c at least seven times, the guitarist's amp would blip off 'n' then "miraculously" come back on...'n' the bass was so loud that the drummer hadda hard time tryin' to voice his opinion during songs...but when the sound was fixed (for about 2/3 of the show) it was beautiful...that had to have been the most liveliest i'd seen them and i hadda damned great time...
...though it only pales in comparison to their recent show at imusicast only b/c the bassist had adopted a cardboard kitty that was left on top of one of the amps from the prior band...when he couldn't mount it to his headstock, he gave up 'n' just played bass w/it 'n' then sat it on his amp...but his happiness had dminished when some random guy stormed the stage all stealth like when the bassist had his back to the crowd 'n' ran off w/it into the pit...he stopped mid song and despite the rest of the band goin' on, screamed in pure anguish, "HEEYY!! GIVE ME BACK MY CAAAT!! GIVE IT BAAAAACCKKKK!!" my friend terry had wandered towards the culprit to de-cat-ify him and fling it back on stage...the only thing was that he nearly took out the drummer in doin' so, which totally confused him while he was in the middle of playin'...good work, terry!!
onna 'nother note, i'm gonna be attendin' noise pop tomorrow night at slim's w/dillinger escape plan 'n' all them nifty folkers (click the noise pop link for more info) so that show should be good...this will be my first dillinger show, so wish me luck in that i won't get clocked in the head by some random guy's foot out in the pits...i shall sue if anything close to that happens...or i could just flat out beat his ass...or just stay outta the pit period...them hardcore show pits ain't nothin' to mess w/b/c those kids don't care who the hell they hit...at least in mosh pits, they run around in circles flailin' their arms in meaningful-like gestures ("GET THE FUCK OUTTA MY WAY, FUCKFACE!!") while pickin' up the ones that happen to fall even if they had nothin' to do w/it...that's pit courtesy, man...i believe all should silently abide by that
FUCK HARDCORE PITS!!
it was at the pound 'n' the soundguy must've had his thumb up his ass b/c at least seven times, the guitarist's amp would blip off 'n' then "miraculously" come back on...'n' the bass was so loud that the drummer hadda hard time tryin' to voice his opinion during songs...but when the sound was fixed (for about 2/3 of the show) it was beautiful...that had to have been the most liveliest i'd seen them and i hadda damned great time...
...though it only pales in comparison to their recent show at imusicast only b/c the bassist had adopted a cardboard kitty that was left on top of one of the amps from the prior band...when he couldn't mount it to his headstock, he gave up 'n' just played bass w/it 'n' then sat it on his amp...but his happiness had dminished when some random guy stormed the stage all stealth like when the bassist had his back to the crowd 'n' ran off w/it into the pit...he stopped mid song and despite the rest of the band goin' on, screamed in pure anguish, "HEEYY!! GIVE ME BACK MY CAAAT!! GIVE IT BAAAAACCKKKK!!" my friend terry had wandered towards the culprit to de-cat-ify him and fling it back on stage...the only thing was that he nearly took out the drummer in doin' so, which totally confused him while he was in the middle of playin'...good work, terry!!
onna 'nother note, i'm gonna be attendin' noise pop tomorrow night at slim's w/dillinger escape plan 'n' all them nifty folkers (click the noise pop link for more info) so that show should be good...this will be my first dillinger show, so wish me luck in that i won't get clocked in the head by some random guy's foot out in the pits...i shall sue if anything close to that happens...or i could just flat out beat his ass...or just stay outta the pit period...them hardcore show pits ain't nothin' to mess w/b/c those kids don't care who the hell they hit...at least in mosh pits, they run around in circles flailin' their arms in meaningful-like gestures ("GET THE FUCK OUTTA MY WAY, FUCKFACE!!") while pickin' up the ones that happen to fall even if they had nothin' to do w/it...that's pit courtesy, man...i believe all should silently abide by that
FUCK HARDCORE PITS!!
stare:
yeah i like my pic too. thanks joss!! she took em obviously. you wanns see the rest? mike liked them 