Post by campfirewood1980 on Dec 5, 2008 1:27:10 GMT -5
While we all sit around talking about where we'd really, really love to see the guys play, I thought I'd retell a story that has become a bit of a classic around here (read: Brendan and I think it's really funny.)
Names will be vaguely disguised to protect the guilty.
After a raging show in Denton, TX, in the summer of '07, I was supremely pumped for the following night. Norman, OK, is about 30 minutes from my front door and The Opolis is sort of home turf with a very, very small space, guaranteeing one of two things: either nobody would be there and it'd be a depressed show in a spare closet, or it'd be a tremendous rager, packed to the gills with boys and girls in Oklahoma having anything but a sad time together.
I assembled a strike force of righteous dudes to join me on a quest to rock out. D., Papa Bear, Hillbilly, and the Golden Child each were game for a good time, at the very least, and, while only the Hillbilly was a convert (and was really excited as he hoped he might here "Same Kooks"- more on that later), all were in high spirits.
After pregaming at a local establishment, yelling at Franz to join us (he didn't hear us and was his usual, cordial FN self upon later discussion), my accidental run-in with Craig (I was too nervous to say anything other than "great show last night"; Craig was rocking some Ray-Bans and looked like Mighty Like a Rose-era Costello), and a series of shots with the guys from Illinois, we found ourselves outside of the venue, with various members of my party hitting up a gas station for Miller Lite and generally keeping the crunk level on the rise.
As the doors opened, we made our way in, posting up on Koob's side of the stage. Koob, Galen, and Bobby wound up standing around with us during parts of Blitzen Trapper's set- they loved Hillbilly's Brewers cap (Tad: "Hey, Brew Crew!")
After excellent sets by both openers, the main event arrived. At this point, D. and I were the only reasonably functional members of our party. The band takes the stage, and, well, here's the show's opening...
Yep. that's the Golden Child shouting "BRING THAT SHIT!" during the bridge. Mom's pretty proud.
Anyhow, great show- Hank and Greenhat were the only stage invaders during "Killer Parties," and we got both "Milkcrate Mosh" and "Modesto." Craig left wearing the Golden Child's Twins cap, Tad played "Same Kooks" for the Hillbilly during load-out and compared stories about their kids and driving a forklift (though not at the same time, I presume), I got to hear FN tell a kid to start a band, and a blast was had by all.
So, yeah. If you happen to see Brendan and I throwing around "BRING THAT SHIT," well, we've got good reason.
Okay. I'm sleep deprived and need to crash.
Names will be vaguely disguised to protect the guilty.
After a raging show in Denton, TX, in the summer of '07, I was supremely pumped for the following night. Norman, OK, is about 30 minutes from my front door and The Opolis is sort of home turf with a very, very small space, guaranteeing one of two things: either nobody would be there and it'd be a depressed show in a spare closet, or it'd be a tremendous rager, packed to the gills with boys and girls in Oklahoma having anything but a sad time together.
I assembled a strike force of righteous dudes to join me on a quest to rock out. D., Papa Bear, Hillbilly, and the Golden Child each were game for a good time, at the very least, and, while only the Hillbilly was a convert (and was really excited as he hoped he might here "Same Kooks"- more on that later), all were in high spirits.
After pregaming at a local establishment, yelling at Franz to join us (he didn't hear us and was his usual, cordial FN self upon later discussion), my accidental run-in with Craig (I was too nervous to say anything other than "great show last night"; Craig was rocking some Ray-Bans and looked like Mighty Like a Rose-era Costello), and a series of shots with the guys from Illinois, we found ourselves outside of the venue, with various members of my party hitting up a gas station for Miller Lite and generally keeping the crunk level on the rise.
As the doors opened, we made our way in, posting up on Koob's side of the stage. Koob, Galen, and Bobby wound up standing around with us during parts of Blitzen Trapper's set- they loved Hillbilly's Brewers cap (Tad: "Hey, Brew Crew!")
After excellent sets by both openers, the main event arrived. At this point, D. and I were the only reasonably functional members of our party. The band takes the stage, and, well, here's the show's opening...
Yep. that's the Golden Child shouting "BRING THAT SHIT!" during the bridge. Mom's pretty proud.
Anyhow, great show- Hank and Greenhat were the only stage invaders during "Killer Parties," and we got both "Milkcrate Mosh" and "Modesto." Craig left wearing the Golden Child's Twins cap, Tad played "Same Kooks" for the Hillbilly during load-out and compared stories about their kids and driving a forklift (though not at the same time, I presume), I got to hear FN tell a kid to start a band, and a blast was had by all.
So, yeah. If you happen to see Brendan and I throwing around "BRING THAT SHIT," well, we've got good reason.
Okay. I'm sleep deprived and need to crash.
