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So yesterday was a great day! Slow day at work followed by dinner at a restaurant, beer and then a lovely concert. I saw Trashcan Darlings, who rocked as no glam rock band has ever rocked before! I kid you not, it was one of the best concerts I've been to in my life.
First band
Crappy german band I can't remember the name of. Crappy music dulled by gifts of beer!
Second band
One of the best all-girl-rock-bands I've ever seen! When they went on stage and hadn't finished their sound check and tuning I thought "oh no, not another crappy band", but then they started playing the ass off the entire audience. Ah, hardrock with a hint of blues and glam, lovely! More beer ensued.
Trashcan Darlings
When band number two had finished playing, a large white sheet was erected to hide the stage. And then Trashcan started playing. Intense glamrock, totally on time and in tune, these guys were tight! And the music rocked! I was singing "Johnny is a drag queen" and "I just want to die" the entire night. Also, one has to love any band who will hang silver banana-hammocks on their heads and have a seriously overweight santa in a very small thong giving out free dvds (even though I didn't get any).
But all was not well in concertland
First of all, I'd forgotten my drivers license, again. Of course they ask me for id, and I'm like: But I have my student card, and they're all like: That is not good enough, so I say: Oh my God, I can't believe this is happening! I'm twenty one for chrissake! so he goes: okay, what's your birthday and star sign? So I tell him and he lets me in.
Then there was this intensely psycho bitch who kept pushing everyone and for some reason decided that the person she wanted to mess with was the guy who stood next to me, so I was in absolute probability of getting beat up by either the guy or the girl. Annoyment ensued and I ripped her hand of the guys hair as she tried to drag him off the dance floor. She nearly beat me up, but missed and hit the girl next to me. Then she was thrown out to much rejoicing.
When Trashcan played I got two elbows in the face and approximately eight people jumped on my right foot. I was wearing army boots (thankfully) so I survived. I barely survived the christmas tree though. The band threw a Christmas tree off the stage and where did it land? oh yeah, foot first on my head. I still have a bothersome headache, but since I remember my name and the fact that the boss of IMF is the evil in the world, I guess I haven't gotten really hurt.
Then, when I tried to get into Elm after the concert, I was asked to show my ID. Go back to first paragraph under this heading.
All in all a lovely evening!
First band
Crappy german band I can't remember the name of. Crappy music dulled by gifts of beer!
Second band
One of the best all-girl-rock-bands I've ever seen! When they went on stage and hadn't finished their sound check and tuning I thought "oh no, not another crappy band", but then they started playing the ass off the entire audience. Ah, hardrock with a hint of blues and glam, lovely! More beer ensued.
Trashcan Darlings
When band number two had finished playing, a large white sheet was erected to hide the stage. And then Trashcan started playing. Intense glamrock, totally on time and in tune, these guys were tight! And the music rocked! I was singing "Johnny is a drag queen" and "I just want to die" the entire night. Also, one has to love any band who will hang silver banana-hammocks on their heads and have a seriously overweight santa in a very small thong giving out free dvds (even though I didn't get any).
But all was not well in concertland
First of all, I'd forgotten my drivers license, again. Of course they ask me for id, and I'm like: But I have my student card, and they're all like: That is not good enough, so I say: Oh my God, I can't believe this is happening! I'm twenty one for chrissake! so he goes: okay, what's your birthday and star sign? So I tell him and he lets me in.
Then there was this intensely psycho bitch who kept pushing everyone and for some reason decided that the person she wanted to mess with was the guy who stood next to me, so I was in absolute probability of getting beat up by either the guy or the girl. Annoyment ensued and I ripped her hand of the guys hair as she tried to drag him off the dance floor. She nearly beat me up, but missed and hit the girl next to me. Then she was thrown out to much rejoicing.
When Trashcan played I got two elbows in the face and approximately eight people jumped on my right foot. I was wearing army boots (thankfully) so I survived. I barely survived the christmas tree though. The band threw a Christmas tree off the stage and where did it land? oh yeah, foot first on my head. I still have a bothersome headache, but since I remember my name and the fact that the boss of IMF is the evil in the world, I guess I haven't gotten really hurt.
Then, when I tried to get into Elm after the concert, I was asked to show my ID. Go back to first paragraph under this heading.
All in all a lovely evening!
