Find me and follow me
And thus I returned from the Dropkick Murphys show. Wow. Just fucking wow. My ears are useless at the moment, I have to shout to hear myself. Not that I'd want to listen to myself talk, but whatever. Despite the whole ear ringing thingy though, the show was excellent. Those blokes put on one hell of a show. I was careful to stay clear of the pit, but that thing was surging. This was the hardest show I've ever been to, to tell the truth, and was it ever a spectacle. DKM was all into playing to the crowd, and at one point the band hauled up some random chap from the audience to sing one of the songs for them, which was bloody hilarious. He didn't do such a bad job, though. Of course, by that point, my ears where already fried, so he could have sucked, and I wouldn't have known the difference.
So yeah, I want to start a band. Mayhap the dream of youth, but it seems somewhat more attainable than becoming an astronaut (a dream I held until I realized that my less than perfect eyes sorta ground me). I think I'm going to start writing lyrics. I can't write music, but that's where some sort of songwriting partnership comes in. Trust me, I don't hold myself as one half of the next Lennon-McCartney, just as someone willing to finally put some work into a dream. My singing voice isn't half bad, or so I've been told, so at least there's that. Wow, I ramble.
Huh, I just realized something. This is the first late-night, dead-tired, non-bitchy post I've had in a while. Its good to be back, folks. I'm not at 100% yet, but I'm getting there.
Thanks, you've been a great audience. See you next time.
So yeah, I want to start a band. Mayhap the dream of youth, but it seems somewhat more attainable than becoming an astronaut (a dream I held until I realized that my less than perfect eyes sorta ground me). I think I'm going to start writing lyrics. I can't write music, but that's where some sort of songwriting partnership comes in. Trust me, I don't hold myself as one half of the next Lennon-McCartney, just as someone willing to finally put some work into a dream. My singing voice isn't half bad, or so I've been told, so at least there's that. Wow, I ramble.
Huh, I just realized something. This is the first late-night, dead-tired, non-bitchy post I've had in a while. Its good to be back, folks. I'm not at 100% yet, but I'm getting there.
Thanks, you've been a great audience. See you next time.