Obligatory Post-AgainstMe! post post post
Okay, that was a really intense show. Not because of the dancing and moshing, which was certainly there, but rather the extremem energy that coursed through the crowed. Againstme didn't even have to use their mics, we sang every word for them. I was front, dead center, pressed right up against the wall belting out every word until i was hoarse, then i sang while i was hoarse. Huzzah. Smoke or Fire is really intense and fast. Like hardcore/metal but not really metal. Just pounding power chords. They're also really cool guys. Soviettes were awesome. But i don't that many of the little kids there knew them and just tended to make fun of them. Damn I hate 16 year olds. But, on a high note, i was able to get the set list from the band and one of the promo posters. and these two nasty wounded on my jaw from some little kid wanting to crowd surf, starting with his safety pins to my face. Fucktard. And some guy that i swear was hopped up on X was behind me running his hands through my hair and kept trying to put my hood up. But AgainstMe fuckin rocked. I should go down to the beach today, find them, and throw sand at them.
After it was all over i hopped a cab back home. CAlled some buddies up, who said they didn't know if they were drinking, i told them they had better be by the time i got there. I took a quick shower and when i get out i realize that the cool chick from last weekend had left me a message for us all to get together again. Which was a lot of fun. 8 beers later i have now promised to cook for her, she has to take me for a ride on her moped, and we have to go to the beach. Oh, and we're cooking pies and sitting down and eating them. I just hope this shit happens. I hate when plans are made, even when drunk, and aren't even attempted to be kept. Well, thats enough for now. Peace out my braddahs.
After it was all over i hopped a cab back home. CAlled some buddies up, who said they didn't know if they were drinking, i told them they had better be by the time i got there. I took a quick shower and when i get out i realize that the cool chick from last weekend had left me a message for us all to get together again. Which was a lot of fun. 8 beers later i have now promised to cook for her, she has to take me for a ride on her moped, and we have to go to the beach. Oh, and we're cooking pies and sitting down and eating them. I just hope this shit happens. I hate when plans are made, even when drunk, and aren't even attempted to be kept. Well, thats enough for now. Peace out my braddahs.