live music
ive been looking for a band. a band that gets to you. the one band with all the passion, with all the right words, with all the right sounds. a band that would rock my socks. and i have finally found something else that makes music such a big part of life. against me! has sparked something in me, just like the bouncing souls does. they sung with so much passion, with soo much to say.... i fucking love it. me, cindy, frank, eddie, and pete rocked out, sung our hearts out, got kicked a little bit, fell on the floor and got back up singing.... it was just the right thing.... i dont need anymore love, i fucking found love and life within that room, with my friends fists high in the air, sweating like hell, singing our hearts out, with the band bellowing out their noisy music with passion....man....music is something that is within you...something that speaks to you...feelings so deep in you....i am glad to have shared those feelings with my friends....thats what life is about...
after the show, we got some food at ihops...it was nothing but laughs and good times...
i really want to tell you guys everything that happened that night. but you would get bored and i am too tired to write anymore.... ill just end it at this....
"we want a band that plays loud and hard everynight. that doesnt care how many people aer counted at the door. that would travel one million miles and ask for nothing but a plate of food and a place to rest. theyd strike chords that cut like a knife. it would mean so much more than a t-shirt or ticket stub, they would stop nothing short of a massacre. everyone would leave with the memory that there was no place else in the world and this was where they always belonged........."
-against me!
after the show, we got some food at ihops...it was nothing but laughs and good times...
i really want to tell you guys everything that happened that night. but you would get bored and i am too tired to write anymore.... ill just end it at this....
"we want a band that plays loud and hard everynight. that doesnt care how many people aer counted at the door. that would travel one million miles and ask for nothing but a plate of food and a place to rest. theyd strike chords that cut like a knife. it would mean so much more than a t-shirt or ticket stub, they would stop nothing short of a massacre. everyone would leave with the memory that there was no place else in the world and this was where they always belonged........."
-against me!