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The Mastadon show was face-melting...as was expected. The support act, Priestess, was good. They had just a pinch of cock-rock in their sound, but they had dual guitar solos, so I can overlook the cock-rock element. Mastadon was AWESOME. For the first time in three years (when I last saw Opeth), I got that silly, testosterone-charged urge to mosh. (Sidebar: I would love to see a short documentary on the mosh-pit phenomenon. It's really interesting to see different types of pits, and also pit ettiquite.) I think I go to far too few shows, but this is especially true of metal shows. Actually, I just found out that my favorite white-boy hip group Glue is playing a free show in Cincy in April! Yaaaaay! My first hip-hop show!!!! White-gurl-whitey says, "Yo! Wo-wa-a-wooooord 2 yo' MAAAAAAAM!!!"
The drive home was horrible. The fog was so thick that I could only see 3-5 dots in the highway ahead. Signs were completely obscured, and I had no idea where I was for a good part of the drive. I suddenly thought about that horrible bridge over the Kentucky River (it's incredibly narrow, long, and TALL), and started to freak out about it. I kept thinking, "We're going to die. I'm going to drive through the barrier and we're going to die." After becoming progressively freaked out over the course of 15 minutes or so, I realized that I'd already gone over the damn thing without even knowing it.
Also that night, Brian and I hit up my beloved Cafe 360 after the show. (ERIN: There's this awesome new painting on the walls of this dude standing in a river or something, and like, 6 owls are popping out from behind him. You HAVE to see it!) Unfortunately, I think they cooked my eggs with bacon grease or something, b/c I felt like shit all morning. So I stayed home and watched Friday for the first time ever. Entirely over-hyped. I have a feeling it would be hilarious if you watched it with the right people, though. "He be like, 'shut the fuck up.' I be quiet. But when he leave...I be talkin' again..." Also, I watched Running With Scissors which annoyed me more than I thought it would. I liked it, but it annoyed me. I liked it better when it was called The Squid And The Whale. Oh I went there.
I don't think it's possible for me to get a good night's sleep with my room this messy. Time ta get down on it.
The drive home was horrible. The fog was so thick that I could only see 3-5 dots in the highway ahead. Signs were completely obscured, and I had no idea where I was for a good part of the drive. I suddenly thought about that horrible bridge over the Kentucky River (it's incredibly narrow, long, and TALL), and started to freak out about it. I kept thinking, "We're going to die. I'm going to drive through the barrier and we're going to die." After becoming progressively freaked out over the course of 15 minutes or so, I realized that I'd already gone over the damn thing without even knowing it.
Also that night, Brian and I hit up my beloved Cafe 360 after the show. (ERIN: There's this awesome new painting on the walls of this dude standing in a river or something, and like, 6 owls are popping out from behind him. You HAVE to see it!) Unfortunately, I think they cooked my eggs with bacon grease or something, b/c I felt like shit all morning. So I stayed home and watched Friday for the first time ever. Entirely over-hyped. I have a feeling it would be hilarious if you watched it with the right people, though. "He be like, 'shut the fuck up.' I be quiet. But when he leave...I be talkin' again..." Also, I watched Running With Scissors which annoyed me more than I thought it would. I liked it, but it annoyed me. I liked it better when it was called The Squid And The Whale. Oh I went there.
I don't think it's possible for me to get a good night's sleep with my room this messy. Time ta get down on it.