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Last night can be summed up with one picture:
That was exactly what I needed. Brand new House of Blues venue, some booze, and a little "punk music." I didn't write down or nessicarily remember to remember the order of the songs that were played. Fuck, man I was having such a fucking great time, I forgot half the songs that were played. However, I do know that some of my favorite songs made the set. Among them:
-Turn on the Light
-21st Century Digital Boy
-American Jesus
-Snister Rouge
-Supersonic
-Generator
-Flat Earth Society
-No Control (The song that got me hooked)
-Do What you Want
(I'm forgetting about a ton more songs)
and the encore brought us the songs:
-Infected
-Fuck Armageddon... This Is Hell!
Jesusfuck, man. I can't believe it. I was in such fanboi mode, that I decided to forgo the pit and refuse to be moved from the barricades at the front of the stage. Because of that, my I have a nice railing sized tender area from nipple to nipple. We started off the evening with two shots of Jagermister, and 2 doses of Vitamin G each. Some really hot blond girl kept checking me out, while I was trying to drink before the show. Too bad she had two really big turnoffs going on: 1)Wearing a cute jean skirt and flip flops at a punk show = wrong...just plain wrong and 2)I don't go to a BR show to meet chicks. I go to BR for the music. Although, I think last night was the most I have been hit on in any one setting in a very long time (read: forever). Sorry pants, I have my priorities.
There were some dicks in the crowd. One guy kept trying to choke me out, so he could move up with his girlfriend. I got sick of it after about the 5th time and grabbed his wrist and put him in an arm bar, and pushed him back into the pit. Then he came up about 30 seconds later and put his arm around me and said "HEY! I DONT MIND BEING ALL PHYSICALL BUT IF YOU EVER PUSH ME AGAIN, I'LL FUCKING KICK YOUR ASS!" So I turned my head without ever taking my eyes off the band, and said, "TRY ALL YOU WANT I'VE WAITED 10 FUCKING YEARS FOR THIS MOMENT AND YOU'RE GOING TO FIND I'M NOT GOING THE BE THE ONE GETTING THE ASSKICKING SHOULD YOU RUIN THIS FOR ME." He smiled and said "WELL THEN YOU GOT MY BACK?" and I said "WHATEVER, JUST DON'T TRY AND PUSH ME BACK AND WE'RE GOOD." Then he fucking leaned over and kissed me, and we made a wall so his girl didn't get crushed too bad, untill he tried to throw me back later, and I just gave him a shot in the ribs and moved to the barricades, where I held on for all that I could. I even had some little tiny kid lock his arm with mine because these big fucks were trying to manhandle him. Usually I would have thought "natural selection (in the pit)" but the kid had a T.S.O.L. shirt on so I helped him out(that would be my good deed for the week). My knees are fucking thrashed, my knuckles are skinned, my chest hurts, I can barely move my neck, my elbows are beat up, And my face got punched during an earlier incident but still no black eye, my throat hurts, and I was dehydrated as fuck. Needledick who I shit you not got thrown back into the pit from the first fucking beat, ended up icking some major ass. That is until he tripped on some fag (the kind that go to punk shows to try and pick up guys)that was hitting on us when we first got there, and someone stepped on his ankle as he fell. When we went back to his place, he pulled his boots off and his ankle was the size of his fucking bicep. I'm glad he is the marine who has to go run like 6 miles tomorrow and I'm not. Poor guy. We are both twice as amped for Warped tour in a few weeks. He thinks his girlfriend is going to break up with him because he went to the show and got hurt after she told him that he wasn't allowed to fight. We ended the night drinking Bass and Vitamin G and scarfing burritos with guacamole and salsa, and talking about different things till we passed out around 0330.
Greg looked supprisingly good (he must be very unphotogenic, as some of his recent pics look like shite. Big Greg looked supprisingly small. Jay looked supprisingly the same. Brian just looked like Trey Parker in Baseketball. Brooks is one fucking hell of a drummer, and looked about 22. Despite thier rambling about not having played together in about 6 months, they sounded fucking great, and I will go out of my way to see them again if I have to.
I'm still fucking psyched. :D
You could rip my fucking heart out, kick it around, shit on it, and put it back into my chest through my fucking mouth, and it still couldn't ruin my fucking day, possibly week. WOOOO!
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That was exactly what I needed. Brand new House of Blues venue, some booze, and a little "punk music." I didn't write down or nessicarily remember to remember the order of the songs that were played. Fuck, man I was having such a fucking great time, I forgot half the songs that were played. However, I do know that some of my favorite songs made the set. Among them:
-Turn on the Light
-21st Century Digital Boy
-American Jesus
-Snister Rouge
-Supersonic
-Generator
-Flat Earth Society
-No Control (The song that got me hooked)
-Do What you Want
(I'm forgetting about a ton more songs)
and the encore brought us the songs:
-Infected
-Fuck Armageddon... This Is Hell!
Jesusfuck, man. I can't believe it. I was in such fanboi mode, that I decided to forgo the pit and refuse to be moved from the barricades at the front of the stage. Because of that, my I have a nice railing sized tender area from nipple to nipple. We started off the evening with two shots of Jagermister, and 2 doses of Vitamin G each. Some really hot blond girl kept checking me out, while I was trying to drink before the show. Too bad she had two really big turnoffs going on: 1)Wearing a cute jean skirt and flip flops at a punk show = wrong...just plain wrong and 2)I don't go to a BR show to meet chicks. I go to BR for the music. Although, I think last night was the most I have been hit on in any one setting in a very long time (read: forever). Sorry pants, I have my priorities.
There were some dicks in the crowd. One guy kept trying to choke me out, so he could move up with his girlfriend. I got sick of it after about the 5th time and grabbed his wrist and put him in an arm bar, and pushed him back into the pit. Then he came up about 30 seconds later and put his arm around me and said "HEY! I DONT MIND BEING ALL PHYSICALL BUT IF YOU EVER PUSH ME AGAIN, I'LL FUCKING KICK YOUR ASS!" So I turned my head without ever taking my eyes off the band, and said, "TRY ALL YOU WANT I'VE WAITED 10 FUCKING YEARS FOR THIS MOMENT AND YOU'RE GOING TO FIND I'M NOT GOING THE BE THE ONE GETTING THE ASSKICKING SHOULD YOU RUIN THIS FOR ME." He smiled and said "WELL THEN YOU GOT MY BACK?" and I said "WHATEVER, JUST DON'T TRY AND PUSH ME BACK AND WE'RE GOOD." Then he fucking leaned over and kissed me, and we made a wall so his girl didn't get crushed too bad, untill he tried to throw me back later, and I just gave him a shot in the ribs and moved to the barricades, where I held on for all that I could. I even had some little tiny kid lock his arm with mine because these big fucks were trying to manhandle him. Usually I would have thought "natural selection (in the pit)" but the kid had a T.S.O.L. shirt on so I helped him out(that would be my good deed for the week). My knees are fucking thrashed, my knuckles are skinned, my chest hurts, I can barely move my neck, my elbows are beat up, And my face got punched during an earlier incident but still no black eye, my throat hurts, and I was dehydrated as fuck. Needledick who I shit you not got thrown back into the pit from the first fucking beat, ended up icking some major ass. That is until he tripped on some fag (the kind that go to punk shows to try and pick up guys)that was hitting on us when we first got there, and someone stepped on his ankle as he fell. When we went back to his place, he pulled his boots off and his ankle was the size of his fucking bicep. I'm glad he is the marine who has to go run like 6 miles tomorrow and I'm not. Poor guy. We are both twice as amped for Warped tour in a few weeks. He thinks his girlfriend is going to break up with him because he went to the show and got hurt after she told him that he wasn't allowed to fight. We ended the night drinking Bass and Vitamin G and scarfing burritos with guacamole and salsa, and talking about different things till we passed out around 0330.
Greg looked supprisingly good (he must be very unphotogenic, as some of his recent pics look like shite. Big Greg looked supprisingly small. Jay looked supprisingly the same. Brian just looked like Trey Parker in Baseketball. Brooks is one fucking hell of a drummer, and looked about 22. Despite thier rambling about not having played together in about 6 months, they sounded fucking great, and I will go out of my way to see them again if I have to.
I'm still fucking psyched. :D
You could rip my fucking heart out, kick it around, shit on it, and put it back into my chest through my fucking mouth, and it still couldn't ruin my fucking day, possibly week. WOOOO!
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