I saw this documentary over the weekend.
it was pretty good despite missing the first 30 or so minutes of it due to the fucking game day traffic that I had to drive through. and so of course when I got in, I could not find a single seat in the house but I was out of breath and so I just decided to plop myself down in the aisle. Either way, it was still enjoyable and it's been a long time since I've been to the museum of art in OKC. the whole thing felt like it ended kinda abruptly but oh well.
then I drove home and heard like a million radio commercials for the Lamb of God show. to which they began to play what I guess was a marathon of Lamb of God, to which I listened to and realized how much my taste in music has changed over the past few years. oh no don't get me wrong I still loooooove METAL. but a much different variety of that.
Where my heart once lied in DARKEST HOUR's music. I find myself thinking, do I really want to go to that show even if I don't really like/listen to all the other bands on the bill? best save the money and pay your hospital bills.
*ding ding* says the ringing of the bicycle bell, as I peddle into the pitch black, whilst whistling through the darkness.
it was pretty good despite missing the first 30 or so minutes of it due to the fucking game day traffic that I had to drive through. and so of course when I got in, I could not find a single seat in the house but I was out of breath and so I just decided to plop myself down in the aisle. Either way, it was still enjoyable and it's been a long time since I've been to the museum of art in OKC. the whole thing felt like it ended kinda abruptly but oh well.
then I drove home and heard like a million radio commercials for the Lamb of God show. to which they began to play what I guess was a marathon of Lamb of God, to which I listened to and realized how much my taste in music has changed over the past few years. oh no don't get me wrong I still loooooove METAL. but a much different variety of that.
Where my heart once lied in DARKEST HOUR's music. I find myself thinking, do I really want to go to that show even if I don't really like/listen to all the other bands on the bill? best save the money and pay your hospital bills.
*ding ding* says the ringing of the bicycle bell, as I peddle into the pitch black, whilst whistling through the darkness.