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I reek of smoke. And not the sort of pleasant smell lingering on your clothes after spending a few minutes in the company of a smoker, but the sort of reek where people can smell you from a couple feet away. God, its even in my hair. ugh.
The Death from Above concert was somewhat enjoyable. After standing around aimlessly for almost an hour and half, the opening band came out. They were from Gainsville, and thats where they needed to stay. The only thing that saved their performance was the drummer, who was not only pretty good, but quite yummy. :-D The bass guitarist, in an effort to kill time, went on a lecture about how everyone should leave having meet someone new. Unfortunately, a very creepy kid took this to heart and proceeded to talk to me, Maria, and Tez until Death from Above actually appeared at which time he stood behind us, breathing on my neck for the rest of the show.
Death from Above came on at long last, but unfortunately for about the first 30 minutes, Maria and I were lost, not recognizing any of the songs. In fact, they all sounded the same. After hearing Blood on our Hands, I finally got into the head bobbing deally which ended up straining my neck, so that stopped. Then the cigarette smoke began to affect my eyes, and things would become blurry from time to time. Lets just say when the band attempted to leave, I wasn't complaining. I was tired as heck, my legs were in so much pain, I was sweating like a pig and felt very uncomfortable after having breathed in second hand smoke for the past three hours.
btw...
- being a poser can be so amusing
- screaming into the microphone is not, in my opinion, singing, and...
- Maria looks like one of her poodles after having her hair done.
The Death from Above concert was somewhat enjoyable. After standing around aimlessly for almost an hour and half, the opening band came out. They were from Gainsville, and thats where they needed to stay. The only thing that saved their performance was the drummer, who was not only pretty good, but quite yummy. :-D The bass guitarist, in an effort to kill time, went on a lecture about how everyone should leave having meet someone new. Unfortunately, a very creepy kid took this to heart and proceeded to talk to me, Maria, and Tez until Death from Above actually appeared at which time he stood behind us, breathing on my neck for the rest of the show.
Death from Above came on at long last, but unfortunately for about the first 30 minutes, Maria and I were lost, not recognizing any of the songs. In fact, they all sounded the same. After hearing Blood on our Hands, I finally got into the head bobbing deally which ended up straining my neck, so that stopped. Then the cigarette smoke began to affect my eyes, and things would become blurry from time to time. Lets just say when the band attempted to leave, I wasn't complaining. I was tired as heck, my legs were in so much pain, I was sweating like a pig and felt very uncomfortable after having breathed in second hand smoke for the past three hours.
btw...
- being a poser can be so amusing
- screaming into the microphone is not, in my opinion, singing, and...
- Maria looks like one of her poodles after having her hair done.