Where is the vodka, where's marinated herring?
I went to a fantastic Gogol Bordello show on Tuesday, June 17th. It was truly the best show I've ever been too.
Got squished up against the stage, had beer and water poured/sprayed on me, was drenched in sweat [the band and other people in the audience contributed], met Eugene, and just had a god damn good time.
But for some strange reason, I've felt completely depressed since.
I feel like everything is falling apart... though really it's just my band.
Making music and playing shows was what kept my spirits high and made me feel like I had a chance.
Now I gotta get a job, go to college, be stuck in what I tried to avoid... and it's awful.
I can't give up though, I can't.