November 8, 2005 @ 2:33 am by sean
Hey, there is rules to the parking restrictions. Just because you
aren’t getting caught, doesn’t mean you aren’t doing something wrong.
You chose to live in Wilson, now you must park by the Fitness Center. I
chose to live in Volkman, so I park in the Volkman lot. The rest of us
in this dorm did too. So stop parking here and taking up our spots.
Oh, and Mexico Mexico was decent. They had a guy on stage who had a
little light board to control the lights on stage. Had that guy not
been there and rocked hard, they would have been less than decent.
Mr. Bradley Hathaway was pleasant. He is a neat person. I’m glad he is in my life the way he is.
Owen/ Michael something was dissapointing. He played guitar really
well. But I like American Football. And I didn’t expect the lead singer
of what was American Football to be him. Nor did I expect the guy from
the Owen CD Natalie played for me to be him. He used
‘fuck’ in three or four songs, and ‘shit’ in one, stopped playing in
the middle of a song to belch, and forgot the words to one of his songs
so just stopped it but still got applause. I have higher standards and
preferences than that. I expect more out of a person creative enough to
play the guitar like that, and to have been in American Football. I
guess I’ll have to give American Football a closer listen.
Saxon Shore was beautiful. They got slightly repititious, but amazing throughout. They blessed my soul.
Anathallo was Anathallo. Though not quite the same. I think it might
have to do with the last post, because they are becoming slightly
familiar now. Or maybe it’s because the topics of their newer songs
seem to be changing. Or maybe because Elena (sp?) and I almost didn’t
back in when we went to get her camera, and then Nathan and Dave and
Angie would have been in there and we would’ve had to listen outside.
And that would have sucked. So then I was in a different mood than I
wanted to be in. Or maybe it was because I have expectations and expect
everything to match those expectations for me to be happy, so when they
don’t, I am dissapointed. Or maybe it was because the bar was loud. The
clanging of bottles has a way of ruining the ‘moment.’ Or
maybe it was because they interacted with the crowd more, and became a
little more human. Or maybe because they laugh at their mistakes and
that takes away from the angelic performance it used to be.