Concert last night. Flogging Molly.
By the time it was all over, I lost two earrings, my sweatshirt, and the entire contents of my stomach. Twice.
And it was fucking AWESOME.
Let's recap, shall we?
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'And then the rosary beads count 'em one two three...' )
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I. Saw. Flogging. Molly. In Concert. Also. anditwasgreatbutidon'trememberawholelotaboutitbutiwilldomybestbecauseinever metacommentboxididn'tlike.
I was in a kinda small venue... I can't remember what it's called but it's outside Charlotte, NC and Sister Hazel went through there twice the past year, year and a half (and i know because i was there too awesome! though something really spooky happened at the second one but that is all hush-hush). At the time, I hadn't actually heard a whole lot of Flogging Molly, but I figured 1) I'm not going to hear much of the music anyway above the sound of, well, the music, and 2) it's a concert and I'm a whore for Seas of Humanity. I was there with my roommate, Stephanie (who wasn't my roommate at the time but we should've been) and our mutual friend, Schamper, who later became her boyfriend and we were a happy little trio (non-sexually, perv) and then the guy who dragged us to the concert in the ( ... )
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But yeah, do they ever put on a great show, and despite terrible sickness it was a lot of fun. I'd like to go see them again sometime, when I'm not about to hurl all over my own shoes.
And yeah, the violin lady was pretty stern-faced at this show too. Guess that's her thing?
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