My friend Pat was very upset. His eyes were swollen with tears. He told me I had wronged him for the last time. My lens-less glasses crossed the final line. He asked me what it feels like to attack an entire race of people with such an abusive lens-less frame. I asked him how he could even see.
*a nice bluster of wind rolls by
When I lost my jacket on the snowy walk to the new bar I was very emotionally discharged. But my new Corps t-shirt kept me sorta safe. Fact: wearing 2 t-shirts in winter does NOT make a jacket, unless you soak both shirts in liquor and the sweaty hugs of many men. The Contra Code boys were at the bar, after another amazing display, and that calmed me into just a normal amount of yelling. Tim was there, presiding over his empire.
My friend Tim is the type of mayor that shakes hands with every citizen. He makes the trains run on time. He is the nail on which the stockings hang. It takes large Russian balls to be a punk promoter in this town, and Tim always knows just the right amount of celery to put in the soup.
*eats a big handful of grass
Had to stick 4 bandaids on my elbow so I could sleep on the couch and not wake up with a bloody mess. What happened? My brother says I fell hard. Must be hard being brothers with me. The guys in Aanthems know what it's like to be in a band with your brother (not fun) but they still manage to be a very skilled and well-sounding machine of brotherly love.
The best compliment I gave last night was "That's some fuckin' good song writing." This was pointed at The Corps. They are a very good band who just wants to be hugged. Later in the night I remember feeling jealous of people with jackets and how The Greatest Sons can sound so good with only 1 practice.
*cows have feelings too
Without a supportive audience, none of this happens. Just an awkward herd of cattle searching for comfort. Like a big sip from an empty cup. Thank you to everyone who supports people like us making their favourite art in a dark sweaty room. Even when they are dressed as cows. No amount of internet likes will replace the feelings I feel right now.
And so, let us spend the rest of this fine Sunday eating various comfort foods and hiding these confusing elbow injuries from my wife.
*clears tables, sweeps floors
All the best, to you and yours.