Everyone enjoy their weekend? How about that weather on Saturday, am I right? Spring time in the city. The air, the sweet smell of budding trees, the one-up-man-ship of the sluttiness in our precious college students' dress code. Just the kind of afternoon that makes being alive tolerable.
At least I felt that way until lo and behold! someone else in my neighborhood thought, 'You know what today would be perfect for? Spreading around some more me.'
There's your kid here, just relaxing, sipping an iced coffee, soaking up the sun and flipping through the NY Times when some prick rolls into the square with his acoustic and begins to shit all over everyone's ears, face and eyes for the next 30-40 minutes. I lasted about 4 myself.
Here's the deal, people who play music: play for the friends that you can guilt into going to your show and the dudes in the other bands. And make sure there is beer available. But bringing the music directly to the people, just fuck right off with that shit. Ever notice at your shows that you know every person in the room? There's a reason for that, no other person in the world wants to hear it. If only Jim Belushi were around today to take care of this.
LUKE - JUST WRITE THIS. YOU GET THE IDEANNHHH.
can't finish
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5 comments:
"just fuck right off with that shit"
Yeah but how else am I supposed to impress chicks in 1997 than with acoustic Guster covers in the quad?
Where's the wolf? And what's with this new agey, soft layout?
-magic dick, showing up for j. geils soundcheck at TT the bears, 1983
BWAHAHAHA. wow.
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