(Sylvan throws open the door, spurs jingling and stomach sounding like a child's first chemistry set from all of last night's drinking...)
My take is similar to G's...although I didn't get any head on the internet. Um, I mean video of mine...whateve r. My drive is 5 hours. I had my usual good time with it and got a better idea of my gas mileage, so all was pretty good. Greg's boy is a very impressive lad and I was both proud and set to laughing by his apparent disgust in the people in line with him...most of whom were years older than him. Smart kid. His friend was a real cool cat as well. As was stated before, the shithole I usually stay in raised it's rates without raising it's worthiness of said dollars, but oh well- we're just around the corner from the venue so I gives a dayum. After the tour and grub (nice Philly) that Big Bear described above, we stood in line. We were some of the first through the door later. It was cold, yes. People were smoking, yes. I get inside the place and get the best spot in the house. As the opener (Summit Dub Squad) attempt to convince me that I should, like, care about everyone -all the while with their DJ Whitey McCracker shouting out of date catch phrases [y'know, "Represent", etc.] the drunk ******s behind be drop a beer. Now myself and a few others (mostly me, though) have the back of their pants soaked in cheap barley pop. Nice. Just then, a 5'5" ****** pushes right in front of me....stealing my perfect spot. Now, initially I'm holding off on cracking this punks' teef because I don't know how many friends he's got with him. After learning it to be *none* I regretted my hesitation. You just can't try Ex Post Facto Cutsies, y'know? (Two gentlemen behing me encouraged me to reclaim my rightful position...I just chuckled). Finally, B takes the stage and I forget about anything that might have bothered me a moment ago....until the drunk retarded ****** in front of me makes it clear that he has no plans to quit shout absurdities... .and headbanging (read: whipping his hair in my face)...and moving back and forth, shoving his toddler-sized backside into my frighteningly large package. Nice, huh? Add to that the PA system cutting out every other minute. The show was cut short and all were off to spend a night of bitching. Don't get me wrong, B is on top of his game...but despite his best efforts to pick up the slack of others it wasn't all I was hoping. Was it worth driving all that way and seeing B in person and having Greg make my face hurt from laughing at his buck-tooth jokes? Oh fuck yes!
Next night- the Sunshine theater in Albuquerque was *packed*. The stupid kids would not stop pitting...at one point my friends' 14 year old jumped in and gave the kids a bit of what for- I hope his mother will still speak to me. The PA was RIGHTEOUS...di gital bass that causes a concrete floor to vibrate- can I get an 'Amen'? Some of you might know that I have a serious aversion to drug users...primar ily potheads. There was so much weed smoke in there that I actually got cotton mouth. (That's not a joke, either) I couldn't really drink 'cause I was the DD. Then, a short developed in the setup somewhere and B's fiddle was crackling and popping and even cutting completely out sometimes. By the time he got to 'Jordan' (which would end up being the last song) there was also an awful feedback problem and the squeal was something deafening. Please note that B was playing his ass off at both shows but I guess his gang really needs to brainstorm on getting thbe bugs out of his rig. So, for the second night in a row, he just cut the show short...a quick, pissed off backhanded wave to the crowd and he was gone. A lousy hour and a half from he who usually belts it out in 3 to 4 hour sets.
Is there anything I can think of that I'd rather have spent this weekend on? Oh shit no- what are you, retarded? ...And Greg gets sexier every time I see him. Wait, that's probably just him typing on my computer again.
* I've replaced a descriptive title with "******" because I don't want to come out and admit what type of person I've actually grown to severely dislike in general.
