Thursday, February 18, 2010

Fucked Up was a little escape

Ben Cook, the third guitarist and back up vocals of the band, is my latest crush.
Keeping one eye on all 400+ pounds of Damian darting around the charmingly dingy room and the other on the stage, I found myself non-mosh-dancing in the middle of the standers.
Although I would have preferred to jump in with the rest of those crazy sweaty kiddos, I wasn't about to let no compression fracture leave me bummin' in the back during a show of this caliber; thus, girly head bang won again.

Two Snakes brought to surface images of the giant sand worm from Beetlejuice as usual, while Twice Born popped out seemlessly. A stupid smirk stuck on my face during the entirety of Black Albino Bones, and Crusades was epic - as expected.

It was all over in a flash but the ear-ringing and sweaty smiles of fellow fans was all endearing enough to dull the sad pang of another show over and another ride away from the city. But the truest remedy to a sunken heart is a Smiths-sing-along all the way home. And a cup of tension tamer tea. And some peanut butter pretzel nuggets.

Does anyone know how to make waterproof stickers?

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