October 5, 2011
I drove today. Getting out of my driveway was a bitch, because there was a truck blocking half of it. So, I drove through my yard and the sidewalk. Good thing it’s not landscaped. Door times were off, so we played some speed in the car. Then, it appeared that there was a ghost inside my car. There was a random thump from the back and my headlights decided to turn themselves on. We went inside so we didn’t get sacrificed to the dead. There were a lot of strange people that came out tonight, some of whom I never expected to see at such a show. Abbie :D Melissa >:( PETER! You’re alive!
Maelstroms did better than last time. I’m glad you found some real clothes. :)
Victory Heights were really good. I missed them; it’s been a long time. I really wish they played in the Springs more often. I wish there had been more crowd participation, but whatevs. The guitarist is apparently single, if anyone wants to hit that up.
Forty Fathoms is getting so srs. They even had a backdrop. A big backdrop. And they’re about to release an EP. Get stoked on it. Taylor limited his inappropriateness to just one moment, which is a little surprising, considering the crowd was older than the 15-year-old one at Sunshine Studios.
It was a pretty typical Altars, minus like 50 people, which sucks since it was their tour kick-off show. Sorry, bros. :/ Colorado, WHERE YOU AT?! The pit was actually pretty calm. I spent zero time on my ass. It was a little disappointing, to be honest. Nonetheless, people were still scared. Girls, if you’re going to stand up front, GROW A PAIR. THIS ISN’T EVEN THAT BAD. I like Hayden. He is pretty swell. I want more Avila, plz. PLZ?! And good luck in Canada! :D
As a side note, if you’re going to be in a band in the local scene, TAKE PART in the local scene. Don’t just come to one show ever to whore yourselves out and DON’T talk shit about other bands just because they aren’t going to help you get places. If you’re going to come to a show, you be there to support the bands NOT just for “business”. Kthnx.
There was a creepy guy hanging around outside. He said he came for a punk show. Wut. How were you misinformed, exactly? Where do you get your info? Anyway, please go home now. Once again, you are creepy.
NOBODY WANTS TO SEE YOUR BALLS, ANDREW. NOBODY. ESPECIALLY NOT ME.
