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aight, so i wasnt really planning on doing anything much last night...until i went into work and talked to rob. he told me about this party at some guy's house across town where a few local bands were gonna be playing- one of which was my big bro's band, three happenin guys. so i get home from work, throw on some clothes and head over there. when we get to this guy's backyard there is a small stage set up and EVERYONE there except the 7-8 of us is wearing something emo/ punk/ hardcore or whatever the kids call it these days, and we all show up in khaki shorts and polo shirts...needless to say that kinda set us apart, but whatever. so we hang out and talk to the crazy kids for a while before t.h.g started playing. their music sounded pretty similar to the used or finch or something of the sort (which i enjoyed VERY much).
so pretty soon, their lead singer starts going crazy and swinging his guitar all over the place and kicking over his micstand and rolling around on the ground like a dead fish, screaming like a wild banshee. this madness ensued for pretty much every other song they played...at one point the guy threw a bunch of grass at me and then did a backflip into his own amp. the highlight of the night came when the singer ran full force into a bunch of bushes in the guy's backyard and disappeared for about 10 minutes before crawling back out and climbing up a tree to have himself blasted by a barrage of bottle rockets shot from the neck of the bassist's guitar. i laughed. another band played after t.h.g. but i didnt really pay attention to them because people began to light tens of firecrackers/ bottle rockets in their mouths and blow up mortars with hairspray and a lighter. the cops came, we left.
i get back to the house and one of devon's friends is up here and invites me and nick to the hottub at auburn trails, and at some point in the night me and nick walked the 5 miles back to our house for some reason.
this is about as accurately as i can put into writing the insanity that was saturday night, july 30, 2005. hope ya got a kick out of it, because i sure did
so pretty soon, their lead singer starts going crazy and swinging his guitar all over the place and kicking over his micstand and rolling around on the ground like a dead fish, screaming like a wild banshee. this madness ensued for pretty much every other song they played...at one point the guy threw a bunch of grass at me and then did a backflip into his own amp. the highlight of the night came when the singer ran full force into a bunch of bushes in the guy's backyard and disappeared for about 10 minutes before crawling back out and climbing up a tree to have himself blasted by a barrage of bottle rockets shot from the neck of the bassist's guitar. i laughed. another band played after t.h.g. but i didnt really pay attention to them because people began to light tens of firecrackers/ bottle rockets in their mouths and blow up mortars with hairspray and a lighter. the cops came, we left.
i get back to the house and one of devon's friends is up here and invites me and nick to the hottub at auburn trails, and at some point in the night me and nick walked the 5 miles back to our house for some reason.
this is about as accurately as i can put into writing the insanity that was saturday night, july 30, 2005. hope ya got a kick out of it, because i sure did