Ska Show
Catch-22, RXB and Reel Big Fish tonight. Had to go cause there aren't enough fucking ska shows. Had hella fun, Cath-22 and RXB were both hella good, despite the fact that they both used to be better in my opinion. Reel Big Fish was an acual large dissapointment. I'll give them that I was already tired by the time their set started, but good ska bands make me push through that, good ska bands make it harder to stay still than to keep dancing. Speaking of good ska bands, I've heard rumors going both ways about wether they'll be any more 5SR. I hope they don't break up. Besides being my friends, they were my introduction to ska and underground music, and besides that they were so fucking good. Anyone from CV who was at the show tonight who never went to a 5SR show should probably kick themself in the teeth because they missed the real show. I know I can talk to practically anyone who was there about, say, Cafe Eclectica and they'll agree that it was one of the best shows ever. Speaking of good shows, Streetlight Manifesto is gonna be the skankinest, dancingest, singalongest show to be imagined, and people who like awesome music should really come down (imusicast.com I hear).
I don't think I'm going to go back to Fillmore again. I got bitched out at the door after going off to smoke a bowl and they were also sending people around the venue with flashlights to make sure nobody was smoking. Isn't this where the acid tests were? What the fuck? They were really lecturing me and shit because when the dude asked what I thought about how it would be easier for him to sell my ticket to someone else I told him it would piss me off and that I hoped it didn't happen. Then he goes "What?" and I repeat it once and then again. Then he says I've got an attitude problem. Another dude comes over to tell me that I might be belligerent and that's a sign that I'm drunk. All these things that they were saying were getting me increasingly pissed off, but I didn't tell them that, since that would piss them off.
Before I started this live journal I wasn't too sure about wether or not these kinds of random thoughts from my head were worth broadcasting to the world at large. Now I know that they are not. Besides that, this shit doesn't even represent what is real. If I read this post with all my complaining and shit, I might think I hadn't had a good time tonight, when that's not true at all.
Now it's time to go see how much resin I can smoke out of my pipe.
I don't think I'm going to go back to Fillmore again. I got bitched out at the door after going off to smoke a bowl and they were also sending people around the venue with flashlights to make sure nobody was smoking. Isn't this where the acid tests were? What the fuck? They were really lecturing me and shit because when the dude asked what I thought about how it would be easier for him to sell my ticket to someone else I told him it would piss me off and that I hoped it didn't happen. Then he goes "What?" and I repeat it once and then again. Then he says I've got an attitude problem. Another dude comes over to tell me that I might be belligerent and that's a sign that I'm drunk. All these things that they were saying were getting me increasingly pissed off, but I didn't tell them that, since that would piss them off.
Before I started this live journal I wasn't too sure about wether or not these kinds of random thoughts from my head were worth broadcasting to the world at large. Now I know that they are not. Besides that, this shit doesn't even represent what is real. If I read this post with all my complaining and shit, I might think I hadn't had a good time tonight, when that's not true at all.
Now it's time to go see how much resin I can smoke out of my pipe.