music: September 2004 archives
The Concert Gods Ruin My Shit
[ rakaur on Mon Sep 06 at 09:34 AM // category: life, music ]
Swear to God, every time I try to go see a real band something happens and I wind up either:
- Not going;
- Going, but not seeing who I wanted to see.
I went to the St. Louis County Fair and Air Show last night because Sister Hazel was supposed to play. As we started walking in, there was a giant sign saying “SISTER HAZEL CANCELLED.” They’re from Florida, and that hurricane is ripping the hell out of Florida, so they cancelled to deal with matters at home, which is understandable.
Better Than Ezra played, and they were decent. I’d never really heard of them, and only recognized two or three songs. The lead singer was pretty funny, though. The drummer was good.
The twilight air show sucked. I was expecting some fancy stuff. They were flying old planes (the same the Tuskegee Airmen used) and did simple loops and stuff. It was neat, but I’ve been to so many air shows that it seemed lack luster.
The fireworks were pretty cool. I saw some random ones that did things like three-leaf clovers, so I guess we got the fireworks that no one else wanted or something. They were still really neat though. The best part was the chick in front of me. She had “shorts” on that were like six inches long if that, and clung to her ass. And she stood leaning on one leg, making her ass even more pronounced. You know, I usually wouldn’t mention something like this but fuck me dead if she didn’t have like the best ass I’ve ever seen. It was awesome.
However, even that pales in comparison to Harrison falling in the ditch. We were walking back to the car, and he goes to get on the runway from the grass. I look at the ground and mutter “er, Matt that doesn’t look too soli—” SLUSH. He stepped in like a foot of water. “SON OF A BITCH.” Then a few other people did it too. This one girl fell completely in I think.
Yeah, that was pretty awesome.
-- rakaur // 2004.09.06 @ 09:34 AM
