Bright Eyes
Yesterday night Bright Eyes delighted the Metro Theatre and all of its patrons in a most assuredly arousing manner. The night for me kicked off when Henry migrated North-East to my place, watched some Arrested Development, bought a cheap microwavable meal and absorbed it into our stomachs. We then headed off to a guy's place named Guy. Joints were smoked by some, beer drunk by others and offcourse what's a mopy emo gig without carcinogenic ciggarettes.
To cut a long story short, we got to the Metro and were astounded by the amount of old people. Senior citizens galore. And by senior citizens I mean over 30 year olds, probably requiring geriatric care of some sort.
Little Buffalo (the support act) reminded me off stale poop. She had no presence and she looked like a 60's lesbian flower child. There was a 1/2 an hour interval during which I managed to squeeze into the 4th row with Henry using Jedi mind tricks and offcourse yelling out "I left my three year old baby with fake I.D. at the front!". No one really pushed back as we scrambled through. We took a calculated risk. I mean, what were they going to do? Mope us to death? Write balads about us?
The lighting flickered, the crowd froze. And by froze I mean exploded into a screaming fanatic bunch of ... fans.
AND NOW FOR THE MOMENT YOU ALL WANT TO READ ABOUT.......
ha, I can't write it now. Heading out. Perhaps later tonight.
To cut a long story short, we got to the Metro and were astounded by the amount of old people. Senior citizens galore. And by senior citizens I mean over 30 year olds, probably requiring geriatric care of some sort.
Little Buffalo (the support act) reminded me off stale poop. She had no presence and she looked like a 60's lesbian flower child. There was a 1/2 an hour interval during which I managed to squeeze into the 4th row with Henry using Jedi mind tricks and offcourse yelling out "I left my three year old baby with fake I.D. at the front!". No one really pushed back as we scrambled through. We took a calculated risk. I mean, what were they going to do? Mope us to death? Write balads about us?
The lighting flickered, the crowd froze. And by froze I mean exploded into a screaming fanatic bunch of ... fans.
AND NOW FOR THE MOMENT YOU ALL WANT TO READ ABOUT.......
ha, I can't write it now. Heading out. Perhaps later tonight.