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TOPIC: the show i saw last night
Posted  Friday, November 8, 2002 at 9:49 AM
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alright see now...this is what happens.
i go...just to see sugarcult......
it was autopilot off (ehh..), rufio (whatever...i loved their cover of like a prayer though), sugarcult (we gettin to that right quick), and the ataris (didn't like them before the show but after seeing them...hey ya know what? they were pretty good...despite the fact taht the lead singer needs a NEW hair cut...pronto).

so anyway...i'm crammed up in that pit with about 100 14 year old kids and it's fun even though i felt WAY too old. but nevertheless this crowd was massively tryin to have fun (much better than the crying kids at the bright eyes show last week)...i mean these kids...punk fucking rock.
so anyway...after sugarcults set i venture out of the pit thing and i'm like "okay...off to find TIM" if anyone don't be knowing...he be the lead singer of sugarcult....and i was TRYIN to be his groupie...cause i just love him. so i go over to where the guitarist marco is at and he's signin shit and i like see tim FAR down by the side of the stage...and i'm all yellin his name like i'm SOMEBODY special, right? then he disappears and i'm like "OH NOOOO...what is up?"

next thing i know, i turn around cause i'm bout to go hunt him down elsewhere ...but no need...cause he's standing right behind me...so i'm like "whoa i'm a poet" biggrin.gif and so i talk to him for a second...shake his hand...tell him i want to have 5 thousand of his babies(j/k)...and then this pink haired bitch moves up in on him. and i'm like "ohh nooooo who is this bitch tryin ta be?"

so they talk..hug be all up into each other for about 5 minutes...and the whole time i'm just lookin her up in down like shje's the nastiest bitch on earth...but oh nooo...now tim starts to walk away with her trailin behind him...and i'm like "WHHHHAAATTTTTT?" i'm like i know i don't have the equipment he wants but DAMN...don't leave me in the puddle liek that dawg...i got straight up ditched for some 12 year old groupie...

and it's not only that...but he wasn't even very nice to ANYONE...like he just walked around kinda like "hey i'm a rock star" ..didn't look people in the eyes when he talked to them or signed shit...so i have vowed now that i'm starting a band...and i'm gonna be fuckin huge and i'm not talkin weezer huge i'm talking THE WHO huge and tim will open for ME and i'm gonna beat his ass everynight of the tour....

MR FUCKIN ROCK STAR>JSdfklsdjflasdjflsdjlfasdklfsjadf
you are NOOTHHHHINNGG...

ooohhh..see now... i have issues...
and this post was long and i know none of ya'll even care...but i just needed to vent right quick...
i'm high strung cause i'm homesick...

but it's all good...i'm on a plane back to nashville at 5:30 this afternoon...and i'm so ready to go home and leave behind the drama of the past 2 weeks here.

"All I can do is PRAISE, WORSHIP, REJOICE, SHOUT, and CRY." ~ Jan Crouch
Posted  Friday, November 8, 2002 at 11:04 PM
Post 2 of 4
Quite interesting.
So I'm Hooking up with David Dewese David Dewese, double D Hooking up with DD DD, don't make me say please again oh no again oh no
Posted  Monday, November 11, 2002 at 12:05 PM
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you are the only person i know that would pay, what, $30 to see a horrible band just to peep at a hot band member.

i can't even believe kids are still colouring their hair those...colours.
she's just another ho that i met in the hood
i told her i was crunchy black and it was all good
Posted  Monday, November 11, 2002 at 12:07 PM
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"Quote from sinasugarsick on Nov. 11, 2002 at 12:05 PM"
you are the only person i know that would pay, what, $30 to see a horrible band just to peep at a hot band member.

i can't even believe kids are still colouring their hair those...colours.
no dawg...it was only $15

i wouldn't pay $30 to see Jesus sing marilyn manson song...okaaayyy

"All I can do is PRAISE, WORSHIP, REJOICE, SHOUT, and CRY." ~ Jan Crouch