The flurry of print continues
You know who rocks well with tributes! ME.
It's like they paid tribute unto Caesar, and I was Caesar.
www.mistressofreality.org came and played our sleepy village and 20 of their biggest fans, and I on a whim with my brother and friends got togeather and watched, banged heads, and perhaps through up some devil horns. My seminal moment as expected being able to be only three feet from the performers, there was no stage at this venue, was to unbutton my shirt for them in my most sexual manner. That got a kick from them at must of been a bland evening.
The crowd of note other than myself, a guy that looked like he was going to poke out Izzy Osbourne's eyes with his peace symbol. I mentioned to my brother that she ought to put up the more defense to block the two fingered eye-poke.
The other fan of note was the super high hippy girl who was tiny in her hippy gown, making sure to two-tep or grind on available women in the crowd and other wise flailing to the music in spasmodic bursts of energy. Her triumph may have been hiking up her skirt a ways and playing with herself for a song.
With connection I had made with the band I thought for sure that the roadie was going to tap me to go back stage and party with the band!
Sadly I was about as back stage as could be, and they offered me cake.
The night was still AWESOME!
ps I of course made a fool of myself by acting like a rabid fan when they were tossing out "items" I hoped they would be shirts or something neat...wrong, trucker hats advertising some pest control company that I think was sponsoring thier California tour. There are flames on the hat.
It's like they paid tribute unto Caesar, and I was Caesar.
www.mistressofreality.org came and played our sleepy village and 20 of their biggest fans, and I on a whim with my brother and friends got togeather and watched, banged heads, and perhaps through up some devil horns. My seminal moment as expected being able to be only three feet from the performers, there was no stage at this venue, was to unbutton my shirt for them in my most sexual manner. That got a kick from them at must of been a bland evening.
The crowd of note other than myself, a guy that looked like he was going to poke out Izzy Osbourne's eyes with his peace symbol. I mentioned to my brother that she ought to put up the more defense to block the two fingered eye-poke.
The other fan of note was the super high hippy girl who was tiny in her hippy gown, making sure to two-tep or grind on available women in the crowd and other wise flailing to the music in spasmodic bursts of energy. Her triumph may have been hiking up her skirt a ways and playing with herself for a song.
With connection I had made with the band I thought for sure that the roadie was going to tap me to go back stage and party with the band!
Sadly I was about as back stage as could be, and they offered me cake.
The night was still AWESOME!
ps I of course made a fool of myself by acting like a rabid fan when they were tossing out "items" I hoped they would be shirts or something neat...wrong, trucker hats advertising some pest control company that I think was sponsoring thier California tour. There are flames on the hat.