It's 2:04am and I didn't shower when I got home. And by the taste of this vodka-gator, I may never sleep (or shower) again. Quite a night. My mind is full and my voice is rough. Time to blast "Too Late…No Friends" and feel a thousand ways about stuff.
It's fun to be a sorta celeb at local shows until a real celeb like Dan Garrison shows up, and steals the eyes from every socket. It's becoming a real problem in the local scene. All the other musicians must lower their brims, and let the master pass. Who made this rule?? Seems a bit much. We need a sit-down, and such.
I will guiltily admit that I thought Theo left after his pals in Not Inpublic rocked the ramp. Had a Mega Donair CD in my pocket, just in case. Turns out, after our bumbling bumble-bee performance I was able to ambush him, and tell him (screamingly) that Too Late No Friends was in my top 5 fav punk albs, and thanks for staying, and so on. He shook my hand, and asked to meet the rest of the band.
Celebs, I tell ya.
When Dan Garrison saw us fanning it up around Theo, he exploded into a thousand pieces and security had to carry those pieces out. Sorry bud. A bigger celeb came. You lose. Time to header home. Thanks for coming out.
But really, punk shows are always loaded with celebs. Uniquely weird and wild folks, exhibiting symptoms that fully span the spectrum, good people. Like Peter and Jay and Michelle and Lance and Deena and Graeme and Lucas and Cecil and Donna and Malcolm and the rest of you god damn beautiful people. Holy shit, has anyone else seen the new half-size G-Tone?? Amazing. Luckily his heart stayed the same size.
Anyways, tonight was a fun party, as every show these days seems to be.
Thanks for the buzz.