The second semester of school started yesterday, 2/1/11, and what a better way then to treat myself with a concert. This treat would soon turn into a nightmarish scene from a shitty horror movie made in 1978. Actually, I like some of those movies.
SIDE NOTE: Carmen "CP DangerFist" Petaccio has sabotaged my blog and created a five year old interpretation of something boisterous and lively. Black and White=classy,simple, and languid. Gray tile background= who let my blind son Charles Wilson out of his cage and onto the computer. No hard feelings.
My friend, Tabor Fitzgerald Dwyer, and I set out on a musically infused adventure to the Drunken Unicorn in downtown Atlanta. We missed out exit and drove three hours our of the way ending up in Tennesse. We both cried tremendously as we shoved three gas station hot dogs into out mouths and washed them down with Double Gulp Cherry Slushies. With tears in our eyes and Hurrican Katrina whirling outside the car ride back was depressing. Not only were we upset at the eighteen wheeler that obstructed our view making us miss our exit, but also because we would be missing a great show. The car smelt of defeat and farts and the only thing that kept us going was Cut Copy. Someday Smith Westerns someday...
If you had been driving to see Royksopp or Trentemøller, you probably would have made it to the show.
ReplyDeleteThis blog's layout makes my eyes want to throw-up eye insides. Looks like a B-movie And Zeppelins Blot Out The Sun!
ReplyDeletehate. dam! funny ish tho
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