I went to a punk concert last night all by my lonesome. It was supposed to start at 8:30pm, but didn't actually get started till 9:30pm. When it did get started it was with a few filler bands who came at the last minute and wanted to play, instead of the main band I paid to see. The first band was rancid (i.e. sucked hairy donkey dick covered in rancid elephant vomit). It was a lot of indistinguishable bass, guitar and drum sounds with occasional vocals which were both too soft and too slurred to even be able to pick out an occasional vowel sound. I stood there hardly knowing anyone, already depressed, wanting a good time, listening to crappy music after standing around for an hour... and decided to leave. The advertised band was supposedly going to play at some point in the evening, but I wasn't going to count on that. I left and played loud music on my truck stereo. I went to Fred Meyer's, ate chips and hummus, and read a few of their comics. That was my fun evening out. How pathetic is that? Party on Wayne.
| October 26, 2003 10:58am | 
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joat | October 27, 2003 12:14AM
While it is true that I'm getting old, my distaste of the concert and the lack of organization surrounding it wasn't me being fuddy-duddy. It was me being "I want to dance and thrash and party and you are screwing it up for me!"
nomad | October 27, 2003 7:05PM