Fuck I'm in love with John Stanier. And his drum kit. I want to be his fucking drum kit. I want to play his drum kit. I want to play him. I want him, to play me, on his - ok, you get it.
This show was amazing. The band was so good, so tight, so into it. There was a crowd stage right that were clearly so into it. We, unfortunately - my trusty show companion and I - were on the other side near the stage where the crew in front of us were so drunk and obnoxious I blogged about it here. I think they thought they were at Lolapalooza circa 2001 instead of inside. The Henry Fonda theater. Watching Battles. Who are like, the best band to come out in fucking years. Stupid drunk people. I have no problem (obvi) with being drunk and having a good time but shut the fuck up during the show ok? SRSLY. You will get laid. I promise. Not. You'll be passed out in your own vom. Have fun! K now shut up.
This show was amazing. The band was so good, so tight, so into it. There was a crowd stage right that were clearly so into it. We, unfortunately - my trusty show companion and I - were on the other side near the stage where the crew in front of us were so drunk and obnoxious I blogged about it here. I think they thought they were at Lolapalooza circa 2001 instead of inside. The Henry Fonda theater. Watching Battles. Who are like, the best band to come out in fucking years. Stupid drunk people. I have no problem (obvi) with being drunk and having a good time but shut the fuck up during the show ok? SRSLY. You will get laid. I promise. Not. You'll be passed out in your own vom. Have fun! K now shut up.
Article here, courtesy of LA Record.In case you don't believe me. (You should always, always believe me.)
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