Aug 12, 2004 09:26
fuck! rich text mode tried to trick me.
the gist of what i wrote before goes a little something like this.
song: everything evil...(listen to it)
doit.
went to streetlight manifesto show last night. it was at the mason jar...but hey! what are you gonna do. i wanted to see the show.
recognized marlena (third tracker and old state officer) from camp. turns out that when i saw her and kristina (old cap. thespian) at five and diner the other night, the trumpet player for workshirt wonder was there as well.
recognized a tranny from rocky. we talked about everything and anything before the wiggums played.
big d and the kids table came on and played fantastically.
streetlight manifesto was amazing.
talked to big d singer about arizona "hippie sunsets" and the freakish stormy sky.
talked to streetlight manifesto horn player...
jason "yea...savers. a dollar!"
michele "do they have savers in jersey or is it weird to hear that kind of stuff?"
st.l.man. "no, we dont have them, but we've seen them around so it's alright. actually we dont have anything in jersey. no carls junior...etc."
michele "i would really like to go to jersey"
st.l.man. "no you don't. stop it"
michele "no, i really would. it would be cool. everything is set in jersey"
st.l.man. "oh yea...do you like trees?"
michele "i love trees."
st.l.man. "yea, we dont have those. you like oil refineries?"
michele "love em. i like to tour them"
st.l.man. "well then, there ya go."
the trumpet player for streetlight manifesto gave me his last water bottle. he's a lifesaver. i was dying. i thanked him afterward.