Hello morrapuler,
I went to see the Distillers tonight in Pomona.
Good times.
It was a little bit better show than on Friday in Anaheim (see my last journal entry for that). I got there a little bit early and there was a line up that went for like three blocks to get into the place. Lots of kids in their little punk getups and bad mohawks, so it was kind of good for people watching. I thought that I would be stuck way at the back because there were so many people, but it turned out I got right up near the stage. So the first band, which I didnt see last time, comes on and they werent half bad. I think their name was Pressure Point but Im not sure. Then the Transplants played and I have to admit they were a little better this time out. Apparently the show on Friday was their first show ever. I think they could be good, I just think their singer kind of sucks.
Anyhoo, I didnt really care about seeing those bands, I came to see the Distillers. They were even better than on Friday night. This time instead of being thirty feet back I was about four feet away, right in front of Brody. Goddamnmotherfucker is she hot. (I think that she was giving me the eye, she just might be falling in love with me. Oh wait, maybe Im just making up that part.) Well anyway it was a lot of fun being up close to the stage in the mosh pit. But my neck will probably be a little sore tomorrow, getting kicked in the head and people landing on your head a couple of times tends to do that. Thats the one part that sucks about being sort of tall. Your head kind of sticks out and tends to get hit quite a bit in a mosh pit. But thats ok it was still a lot of fun.
Well Im going to go to sleep now and have sweet sweet dreams of Brody.
Seeya,
J.
P.S. A question for people out there: Why would you bring a ten year old kid to a punk show and go to the front in the worst part of the mosh pit? There was a girl there that must have brought here little brother, because he was like four feet tall and he was getting crushed. She was doing a pretty good job of protecting him but still, why would you bring a little kid to a show like that. Or at least if your going to bring him why would you take him to the part of the crowd where he would get crushed like that? I kind of felt sorry for the kid, he was really getting squished.
I went to see the Distillers tonight in Pomona.
Good times.
It was a little bit better show than on Friday in Anaheim (see my last journal entry for that). I got there a little bit early and there was a line up that went for like three blocks to get into the place. Lots of kids in their little punk getups and bad mohawks, so it was kind of good for people watching. I thought that I would be stuck way at the back because there were so many people, but it turned out I got right up near the stage. So the first band, which I didnt see last time, comes on and they werent half bad. I think their name was Pressure Point but Im not sure. Then the Transplants played and I have to admit they were a little better this time out. Apparently the show on Friday was their first show ever. I think they could be good, I just think their singer kind of sucks.
Anyhoo, I didnt really care about seeing those bands, I came to see the Distillers. They were even better than on Friday night. This time instead of being thirty feet back I was about four feet away, right in front of Brody. Goddamnmotherfucker is she hot. (I think that she was giving me the eye, she just might be falling in love with me. Oh wait, maybe Im just making up that part.) Well anyway it was a lot of fun being up close to the stage in the mosh pit. But my neck will probably be a little sore tomorrow, getting kicked in the head and people landing on your head a couple of times tends to do that. Thats the one part that sucks about being sort of tall. Your head kind of sticks out and tends to get hit quite a bit in a mosh pit. But thats ok it was still a lot of fun.
Well Im going to go to sleep now and have sweet sweet dreams of Brody.
Seeya,
J.
P.S. A question for people out there: Why would you bring a ten year old kid to a punk show and go to the front in the worst part of the mosh pit? There was a girl there that must have brought here little brother, because he was like four feet tall and he was getting crushed. She was doing a pretty good job of protecting him but still, why would you bring a little kid to a show like that. Or at least if your going to bring him why would you take him to the part of the crowd where he would get crushed like that? I kind of felt sorry for the kid, he was really getting squished.