Hoo-ee, fools, let me tell ya, rockin' ain't easy sometimes, especially when beer gets in the mix. I'm not as young as I used to be, but damnit, I can rock just as hard. It's just that afterward, it takes me a tad bit longer to recover.
So I was when I woke up this morning after traveling to Austin to see Eagles of Death Metal and The Hives with my homeboys Blynch and Casey. I wonder if there is a way to rock out hardcore that leaves anything in the tank. Yes, yes, that may sound like an paradox of sorts, but I can't imagine that everyone has to be useless the day after their faces are melted.
Energy drinks? That 5 hour stuff? Anyone?
Maybe there is no way. Maybe it's just because Eagles of Death Metal and The Hives shred like a Cuisinart. Damn those fools.
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Saturday, May 3, 2008
Oh, THE SMITHS!!!!!!!!!!!!!
My good buddy Matt Sadler has reminded me that The Smiths are the worst band in history, behind Color Me Badd, Poison, and hell, anybody else.
Screw those guys. Really. Fools.
Screw those guys. Really. Fools.
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