ok. so maybe this will not exactly pan out to be a daily event
Lightening storms. Everythings dark and the ground is white from hail stones. Fair enough I thought - God wants to discourage me from venturing outside and instead desires me to waste my time updating a blog that no one will read.No worries, I'll whack on the new Incubus CD's I bought to keep me sane (funds reduce me to essential purchases of course, sod the food, just keep me in beer and tunes.)
Less than Jake gig with Geoff "Loser" Noonan (hee hee) and Chuck on Sunday. If I was 14 yr old punk kid (literally), I don't think I'd be dumb enough to call Geoff a "Loser", even if he was walking alone with a bag of beer in East London. The quietness from the young man in question upon realising this "Loser" was returning to queue immediately in front of him with his mates was quite amusing.
It was a novel experience involving voluntarily standing in a fairly large venue full of crazy bouncing street punk teenagers wearing clothes that did not fit them. The music was loud and Lo, I did bounce. Geoff chose to commit mosh pit suicide. 2 people threw themselves off a 25 feet high balcony only to face plant into the floor. Not good mojo. Chuck ran up a down escalator only to impale his knee on a steel step and slump like a defeated "Gladiators" contestant to the very bottom before resorting to the more conventional "Up" Escalator approach.