And that is exactly what I have resigned myself into, my friend.
If all other options fail, this exact picture is perfect.
I’ll still remember looking at this completely starstruck while me and my wife (of 25 years this month; hence the TCM+Okenfold concert being the perfect marriage, in itself, of our musical taste.) were sitting on the street tripping our balls off in the wonderful Denver atmosphere of weed smoke and piss smell, all while trying to enjoy the fresh air with a few drags from an American Spirit cigarette. (Incidentally, I was wearing the same cargo pants she bought me for one of our first parties over a quarter century ago.)
In the most literal sense, a picture is worth a thousand words in this case. It’ll be an instant flashback, at anytime.
That’s a lovely story. Thank you for telling it to me.
I have one for you, where I accidentally ended up getting a free ticket to a concert at Red Rocks but turned it down because I was confused and uncertain.
Red Rocks is a wonderful venue, too! Awww! Sorry for your loss. :(
I only go there for artists that absolutely respect what that place has to give. It’s a “sacred” venue for me, TBH.
We were at Cervantes Ballroom tonight, and TBH, it’s a bit cramped and can be a little rough for some, but the sound is absolutely peak quality. Don’t turn down tickets for that place either, is my point. (I am friends with a local death metal singer that knows the owner and he said quite a bit of money was spent on that sound system.)
I once encountered GoatWhore in an underground pirate ship just off the coast of Lake Tahoe because I was protecting the propiety of my very beautiful friend.
There’s nothing quite like getting screamed at 2 feet away. And loving it.
That was a combination of words I wouldn’t have ever thought could be in a single sentence, but yet, here we are.
While not my preferred cup of tea, death metal shows and crowds are super wholesome, usually. My daughter is a big fan, so I got the honor of taking her around Dever to various dive bars so she could learn the ropes of these kinds of events. We both got to see Party Cannon in a super small venue, so that was fucking awesome! (I have since released her to find her own demise and she has only lost one fingernail and had to nurse one or two fairly serious bruises since. Neat.)
I get it, and y’all are generally my kind of people. ;)
I mean, taking a high quality picture of it, like this, is a great way.
And that is exactly what I have resigned myself into, my friend.
If all other options fail, this exact picture is perfect.
I’ll still remember looking at this completely starstruck while me and my wife (of 25 years this month; hence the TCM+Okenfold concert being the perfect marriage, in itself, of our musical taste.) were sitting on the street tripping our balls off in the wonderful Denver atmosphere of weed smoke and piss smell, all while trying to enjoy the fresh air with a few drags from an American Spirit cigarette. (Incidentally, I was wearing the same cargo pants she bought me for one of our first parties over a quarter century ago.)
In the most literal sense, a picture is worth a thousand words in this case. It’ll be an instant flashback, at anytime.
That’s a lovely story. Thank you for telling it to me.
I have one for you, where I accidentally ended up getting a free ticket to a concert at Red Rocks but turned it down because I was confused and uncertain.
And I wasn’t high or anything.
Red Rocks is a wonderful venue, too! Awww! Sorry for your loss. :(
I only go there for artists that absolutely respect what that place has to give. It’s a “sacred” venue for me, TBH.
We were at Cervantes Ballroom tonight, and TBH, it’s a bit cramped and can be a little rough for some, but the sound is absolutely peak quality. Don’t turn down tickets for that place either, is my point. (I am friends with a local death metal singer that knows the owner and he said quite a bit of money was spent on that sound system.)
I once encountered GoatWhore in an underground pirate ship just off the coast of Lake Tahoe because I was protecting the propiety of my very beautiful friend.
There’s nothing quite like getting screamed at 2 feet away. And loving it.
That was a combination of words I wouldn’t have ever thought could be in a single sentence, but yet, here we are.
While not my preferred cup of tea, death metal shows and crowds are super wholesome, usually. My daughter is a big fan, so I got the honor of taking her around Dever to various dive bars so she could learn the ropes of these kinds of events. We both got to see Party Cannon in a super small venue, so that was fucking awesome! (I have since released her to find her own demise and she has only lost one fingernail and had to nurse one or two fairly serious bruises since. Neat.)
I get it, and y’all are generally my kind of people. ;)
You fucking rock my friend.
That’s tight. I would keep that around for a while, for sure.