Last night fucking rocked
Lisa, Josh, Nate and I decide a somewhat impromptu visit to sac is on the chopping block for the evening and we end up at the fox and goose tavern on R and 10th. an acquaintance tyler from 5 years ago is playing harmonica and tamboreen./backup vocals with this band called Operation Mafia Plane. They were AMAZING. Super indy music but melidoc screaming guitar and fills and solos that would blow any record producer out of their chair. They were also clean as hell so all the musical aspects flowed perfectly from drums to bass to guitars and other random instruments. 4 whiskey cokes in and this guy knamed radioactive gets on stage. he is the BEST vocal percussionist I have ever seen in my entire life. He replaces a 10 piece drum set no fucking joke. In addition, while hes laying down the drum beat he does the bass line with the back of his throat at teh SAME TIME. So josh and I are drunk and get up, grab a guitar, and do an impromptu rasta jam with me on the rapping/vocals, josh on guitar, and radio on drums and bass. It rocked and everyone was amazed after that the fat white guy in the casual dress outfit pulled out some sweet rasta lyrics. Marilyns after to hang out with lisas teacher friend kayelyn and her boyfriends band which played a 3 hour set their that night. last night fucking rocked