The BJM
So this Saturday I took a roadtrip with two of my new friends to Boulder. There I met up with Christine and Wayne. It was a magical 24 hours. We saw the BJM, a band that I really never thought I'd get to see. They were incredible, and it was interesting to see how the BJM has matured and mellowed out over the years. The show was extemely meaningful to me. If that wasn't enough, somehow, by some act of fate, I found myself following Ricky, guitarist of the BJM, backstage with four of my great friends. Ricky took us downstairs to a private room where he lit up a J and started talking to us. Soon after, Anton appeared as if in a dream. Was Anton really right in front of me? Did he really compliment me on my jacket and shake me hand?
We spent the next hour chilling with Anton and Ricky, talking and getting stoned. It was by far the most surreal experience I have had. I won't go into the crazy, random conversations we had, but it was greatness. I hope to hang with the BJM again sometime. I'm still in a state of wonder over it all...
We spent the next hour chilling with Anton and Ricky, talking and getting stoned. It was by far the most surreal experience I have had. I won't go into the crazy, random conversations we had, but it was greatness. I hope to hang with the BJM again sometime. I'm still in a state of wonder over it all...