I have always said I will listen to anything, music that is. That was until I visited The Chesterfield on Saturday and went to "The Battle of the Bands". Typically I leave that place after a night of great music, Saturday I felt like walking in front of oncoming traffic.
We showed up early, but not early enough. The table I had reserved for our group was occupied by a bunch of chumps from the Weekender, who thought because they were judges that the table with the reserved sign on it had to be for them. Summer had friends meeting us there from her work, and we had told them we'd have a seat. I was annoyed by the whole deal, beings that one of the chumps is one of my good friends. (Mind you it isn't that big of a deal to me, but when you have a pregnant woman that expects something, and doesn't get it then it automatically becomes a big deal) Anyways they didn't move, Summer wants to kill Derek, and he lost major points in my book.
I stood next to them about 15 feet from the stage for the first song of the show. I can't recall the name of the band, or any of the names of the songs, because the words were hard to understand through the loud screaming and horrid guitar strumming. At this point, I couldn't have cared less about our seat, because I wanted to get as far away as possible from the stage. I did however stand there long enough to witness the lead singer of the first act pull a WCW move, and hit him self in the head repeatedly, then using some fake blood to be even cooler.
At the end of the show, the last bands frontman decided to jump all over the house trap set, breaking all of the drums. The drums belong to one of the owners, and he leaves them set up so it saves the drummers the hassle. This kid appeared originally to be a retard, and after this act of stupidity he confirmed it. Reasons like that are why I don't get it. What is the point.
Oh wait, I get it, you're mad at your dad, not me.
We showed up early, but not early enough. The table I had reserved for our group was occupied by a bunch of chumps from the Weekender, who thought because they were judges that the table with the reserved sign on it had to be for them. Summer had friends meeting us there from her work, and we had told them we'd have a seat. I was annoyed by the whole deal, beings that one of the chumps is one of my good friends. (Mind you it isn't that big of a deal to me, but when you have a pregnant woman that expects something, and doesn't get it then it automatically becomes a big deal) Anyways they didn't move, Summer wants to kill Derek, and he lost major points in my book.
I stood next to them about 15 feet from the stage for the first song of the show. I can't recall the name of the band, or any of the names of the songs, because the words were hard to understand through the loud screaming and horrid guitar strumming. At this point, I couldn't have cared less about our seat, because I wanted to get as far away as possible from the stage. I did however stand there long enough to witness the lead singer of the first act pull a WCW move, and hit him self in the head repeatedly, then using some fake blood to be even cooler.
At the end of the show, the last bands frontman decided to jump all over the house trap set, breaking all of the drums. The drums belong to one of the owners, and he leaves them set up so it saves the drummers the hassle. This kid appeared originally to be a retard, and after this act of stupidity he confirmed it. Reasons like that are why I don't get it. What is the point.
Oh wait, I get it, you're mad at your dad, not me.
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