with locals:
NOMAD - power and epic stoner. heavier than fuck. members of doorway, acting ensign, and a bunch of other well-loved locals.
NO EULOGY - d-beat hardcore and sludge.
RAW WAR - killer raw hardcore punk. for fans of Driller Killer.
This is at the Sunset Room, 401 Herald St. right behind Value Village. First band is on at 7pm, so get your party started and make sure you're in the door to support all the bands. $8 to go to the touring bands, they have a long fucking way to go after the island.
Jordan f... Not an authority on death metal. Lol. But I am putting this on for anion, galgamex are just tagging along. Still I don't have anyhing bad to say about them and I'm reserving judgement until I see them or hear their new recording.
canon.docre wrote:Jordan f... Not an authority on death metal. Lol. But I am putting this on for anion, galgamex are just tagging along. Still I don't have anyhing bad to say about them and I'm reserving judgement until I see them or hear their new recording.
hahahaha you bring up a solid point good sir. Infact, I wouldn't be surprised if people into metal thought they were amazing. I do hope the show goes well! and would attend out of support were I here for it.
ZACH ATTACK wrote:Do drugs. Lots and lots of drugs. The harder the better. Then you'll go from being lonely to wishing that everybody would just fuck off because their a bunch of fucking buzzkills going on about how 'you've got a problem" and they "just want to be their to help you". You don't need any of them. You just need drugs.
Best part was when some guy who claimed to be the owner of the Sunset room brought me outside and gave me a stern talking-to about trying to set up a drug deal while I was on the phone with my friend, asking him to meet up with me and return my Twin Peaks DVDs. Started spouting off something about undercover cops...not quite sure what he was going on about. I think I ended up apologizing for trying to buy drugs, so he must have somehow convinced me...plant telepathy or something. 2012 mind control. I mean, I probably would have tried to buy drugs from my buddy, which may be why this crafty man so easily duped me into believing I was, and I was pretty drunk so I don't remember anything about the conversation aside from the plea for safe return of my box-set (gold edition, both seasons, by the way if anyone wants to buy it PM me) but I am BROKE and couldn't buy drugs if I wanted to...
...also to the guy I met outside the Value Village after I had to go around the goddamn corner just to smoke a joint, yes I will smoke crack with you if you were serious about that, and get yer friend to send me a message on here (or do it yourself if you're on this site) about that hash you wanted to buy, about which I know you're serious. No one jokes around when it comes to fine local hashish. I learned my lesson the hard way... You know who you are and you know who I am. Let's set this up.
I would also like to give out some props to the people who were talking during the show, no idea how you managed to carry on a conversation like that. I can barely hear right now and I've been hallucinating all morning, just blurry zig-zagging crescents in periphery for to make every interaction I have had all day (aside from the brief chat with Detective Daryl Baswick of the Victoria Police Department at roughtly ten past ten this morning, that was pleasant. Guy smells really nice, too,) pretty goddamn uncomfortable. Wish I could sleep some more, but my friend's crazy mother is showing up at my apartment every morning and buzzing me for a few hours so I couldn't sleep anyway. Also my upstairs neighbours are some brand of normal people, very strange folk indeed, always walking around and moving furniture in the middle of the damn day, scraping out their plumbing at 9 in the goddamn morning...need to get out of this town, gonna go absolutely damn crazy with these people above me trainling their fingernails on the insides of their pipes at 9 in the goddamn morning and oh how sound travels there, oh how it booms in the cavity that is the closet right next to my air mattress.
Bands were alright. Sucks about that guy's bass cab.
