first, i'll start this out with bourbon. this allows me the grandiose power of being able to make immeasurable amounts of grammatical and typographical errors and somehow be totally fine with it the following morning.

hopefully, that sounded both clever and lucid.

so tonight was pretty sweet. we played. i felt really great about it. we sounded pretty good and i wasn't fucking nervous per usual.

we were apparently playing with a skinhead band. once i saw red suspenders and that stupid oi skinhead skanky circlejerks walk, i couldn't help but chuckle. the dipshits had arrived. plus, the dropkick murphys were on the jukebox. i love the murphys, but it was just too comical in that cheesy cartoon character stereotype sort of way.

after watching 3 or 4 songs of l&n's set (or more precisely, after watching our glorius captain jump on the pool table to play guitar ...which was pretty sweet), i stepped outside to find bandmates and check on equipment, etc.

seconds later, some screaming girl and 3 skinheads got shoved out of the front door. they had been causing problems all night. some dude ended up kicking in the window and another guy finished the job punching it out and grabbing some of the door money.

then, the jackfucks picked up a trash can and threw it at one of the bouncers jabbering whatever racial slur they thought was clever.

actually, the trash can got tossed back and forth a few times. ridiculous, really. the cops showed up and i watched them chase people a few times. while they were questioning one of the kids, they ran off down the street. ridiculous.

also, some dude told the doorperson that they were our manager and took our cut of the door.

awesome, really.

meh. long day. i'm beat.

first, i'll start this out with bourbon. this allows me the grandiose power of being able to make immeasurable amounts of grammatical and typographical errors and somehow be totally fine with it the following morning.

hopefully, that sounded both clever and lucid.

so tonight was pretty sweet. we played. i felt really great about it. we sounded pretty good and i wasn't fucking nervous per usual.

we were apparently playing with a skinhead band. once i saw red suspenders and that stupid oi skinhead skanky circlejerks walk, i couldn't help but chuckle. the dipshits had arrived. plus, the dropkick murphys were on the jukebox. i love the murphys, but it was just too comical in that cheesy cartoon character stereotype sort of way.

after watching 3 or 4 songs of l&n's set (or more precisely, after watching our glorius captain jump on the pool table to play guitar ...which was pretty sweet), i stepped outside to find bandmates and check on equipment, etc.

seconds later, some screaming girl and 3 skinheads got shoved out of the front door. they had been causing problems all night. some dude ended up kicking in the window and another guy finished the job punching it out and grabbing some of the door money.

then, the jackfucks picked up a trash can and threw it at one of the bouncers jabbering whatever racial slur they thought was clever.

actually, the trash can got tossed back and forth a few times. ridiculous, really. the cops showed up and i watched them chase people a few times. while they were questioning one of the kids, they ran off down the street. ridiculous.

also, some dude told the doorperson that they were our manager and took our cut of the door.

awesome, really.

meh. long day. i'm beat.