I'm not sure why I haven't written anything in so long. Its not just on here, its essays, articles, journals that aren't censored. I have written nothing for months and it this lull needs to end. Even though this is my music blog there are so many things attached to the way I write about the experiences I have had at shows. My favorite band broke up: Free Clinic, and that really put a damper on my excitement for all of this. I really believed in them. They were young and talented and popular. I guess so many bands like that get a good run for their money, but isn't the run what is worth it? If you can look back and say you spent that many years of your life on tour meeting amazing people and seeing new places wouldn't it be worth it? And if you do get to go to shows and listen to this music and meet these amazing people, wouldn't you want to write about it? I don't know whats going on in my brain that has prevented me from self expression and exploration- maybe its in the charts.
So in memory of my favorite band ill post about that one night I went with them to Chapel Hill and we stayed the night in the green room above the venue on cots and one couch.
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| That's Egg and her sisters to the left and her sister's friend to the right |
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| The girls at the Show. Morgan from Free Clinic- far right. |
I drove to Egg's house to meet her so we could ride together to the show. After countless vodkas and watching The Wahyas, who by the way are the cutest couple-duo, Pie Face Girls, Silent Lunch, Free Clinic and Daddy Issues there were shots of something dark taken and me and Free Clinic headed to this bar called The Cave. Drunkenly praising everyone I made new friends and left my backpack. The night in the green room with the band was hilarious. We met some dudes who were renting out studio space on the other side, one running a printing press operation and the other was a painter. We were pretty sure they were on coke or molli all night and they wouldn't turn the god damned music down. There was bathroom sex during which at least two of us non-participants had to pee, there were trash bags full of PBR, blunts in the ash tray, and a stupid amount of photos taken by myself. I also somehow scored the only couch there was to sleep on while the rest of the kids took cots. By the next morning we all woke up freezing and tired because of the coked out artists in the studio beside us blasting the music and A/C alike. Morgan, Wes, Ben and I piled into Morgan's red and white Explorer and hit the road. The first stop was at a Hardees to collect a hangover curing breakfast, the next stop was on the side of the highway when we all woke up to Ben telling us we had run out of gas. So after farting around on the side of the highway for a while we were rescued with a can of enough gas to get us to a lovely redneck gas station where we saw a lovely lady that had a playboy bunny tattooed on each knuckle and a chained and vicious looking pit bull tattooed on her back. That was my last really great time with my favorite band, so I thought I should write about it, if not just to clear some of this clutter from my mind so I can write again.
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| Free Clinic: Sam, Wes, Morgan and Ben at The Cave |
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| Morgan and Wes setting up cots |
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| Green Room sleepover |
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| Ben and Sam, lots of laughing on this trip. |
