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wickedflea6:15 -- I am on I-91 headed to Hartford and well on my way toward being right on time for a 7:00 start. I'm desperately hoping that there will be no opening band. I hate that shit.
7:15 -- One "check engine" light, one new battery, and one hour later, I am back on I-91 headed toward Hartford. I'm desperately hoping that there will be at least one opening act. I live for opening acts.
8:15 -- I'm listening to a local cover band featuring a 400-pound bassist and a lead singer sporting a killer mullet bash their way through Iron Maiden's "Wasted Years."
9:15 -- I'm listening to a Boston band featuring a bassist who fancies himself a cross between Flea and Jerry Only (don't ask) bash their way through a series of unintelligible four-minute bass solos with drum, guitar, and vocal accompaniment.
10:15 -- I am banging my head like a madman to Judas Priest's "The Sentinel" as my left hand grips for dear life the rail of the barrier at the front of the stage. As it happens, I absentmindedly have my other hand resting on the shapely ass of the girl in front of me.
10:16 -- I am sternly reminded of the position of my right hand by an angry woo girl who threatens to elongate my meatus.
11:15 -- I am flashing the devil sign like Butt-Head himself as Judas Priest wraps up its set with "Another Thing Comin'."
11:45 -- Two encores later, Priest leaves the stage for good. Another woo girl (this one much older and considerably less shapely) thanks me for letting her cling to my arm for the entire show so she wouldn't fall and get trampled. Like the southern gentleman I am, I tell her that I hope she enjoyed the show and shake her gold-chain-wearing husband's hand.
12:30 -- I arrive home and crawl to my desk so that I can listen to my ears ring for a while before bed.
Fun night. Good thing I decided to take off work tomorrow.
MËTÄL FÖREVER
7:15 -- One "check engine" light, one new battery, and one hour later, I am back on I-91 headed toward Hartford. I'm desperately hoping that there will be at least one opening act. I live for opening acts.
8:15 -- I'm listening to a local cover band featuring a 400-pound bassist and a lead singer sporting a killer mullet bash their way through Iron Maiden's "Wasted Years."
9:15 -- I'm listening to a Boston band featuring a bassist who fancies himself a cross between Flea and Jerry Only (don't ask) bash their way through a series of unintelligible four-minute bass solos with drum, guitar, and vocal accompaniment.
10:15 -- I am banging my head like a madman to Judas Priest's "The Sentinel" as my left hand grips for dear life the rail of the barrier at the front of the stage. As it happens, I absentmindedly have my other hand resting on the shapely ass of the girl in front of me.
10:16 -- I am sternly reminded of the position of my right hand by an angry woo girl who threatens to elongate my meatus.
11:15 -- I am flashing the devil sign like Butt-Head himself as Judas Priest wraps up its set with "Another Thing Comin'."
11:45 -- Two encores later, Priest leaves the stage for good. Another woo girl (this one much older and considerably less shapely) thanks me for letting her cling to my arm for the entire show so she wouldn't fall and get trampled. Like the southern gentleman I am, I tell her that I hope she enjoyed the show and shake her gold-chain-wearing husband's hand.
12:30 -- I arrive home and crawl to my desk so that I can listen to my ears ring for a while before bed.
Fun night. Good thing I decided to take off work tomorrow.
MËTÄL FÖREVER
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Jimmy Crack Corn but He Woo Woo
Date: 2002-07-29 11:42 pm (UTC)Re: Jimmy Crack Corn but He Woo Woo
Date: 2002-07-30 12:28 am (UTC)After midnight, before Geritol
Date: 2002-07-30 12:34 am (UTC)no subject
I found your journal by looking at the list of people interested in the Butthole Surfers
That's pretty crazy that you just saw Priest. Is Rob Halford singing for 'em again? I thought I heard that.
Oh, and I also read that you're a proofreader. My last job was as a proofreader/copy editor. Pretty good gig. But now I've been out of work so long I'm forgetting shit.
Anyway I think I'll add you to my rather paltry friends list.
Cheers.
sweet loaf!
Date: 2002-08-09 08:59 am (UTC)Anyway, good to meet you -- I look forward to reading you!