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Want to know how much I wanted to see the Necromantix at Emo's last night? Okay. Hold your fingers together, tight. No, tighter. Okay, you probably can't see it, but there is some space, on the atomic level, between those two fingers. That teeny, tiny, microscopic distance is about seven times as much as I wanted to see the Necromantix. and, though I have deep and abiding affection for both Destin and Ryan of Concombre Zombie...I would rather have been at the dentist. I went because a) I didn't have to pay and b) to cheer on the new cheerleaders, who were fantastic. Of course, I wouldn't ever put myself in the position to choose the best new cheerleader of the crop, but I did overhear two people who used to "see these guys at the Black Cat all the time, man" debating over one Miss Scarlett Fury, if she was really "that blonde one" they used to see "back in the day." I'm assuming they meant Shayne, and that's a huge compliment. So while the Subs benefited from a nice sound system and the cheerleaders were fab, I really and truly have to lay off the middle-of-the-week rockshows. Seriously. NO more. you know, until the next one. Emo's is not my favorite venue for reasons forthcoming. Post a comment in response: |
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