Be me.
Be in stats.
Be bumming that lecture is taking the whole time when you've been let go early almost every lecture prior...
RUSH!
Get to Observatory.
It's early.
Free parking. Win!
Get a sparkly wrist band that will live on your arm for the next week. Get a purple one 'cause you're a big boy.
Guess it's not that early, missed The Meow Twins and The Fly Traps. Bummer. Seen them before, but still, bummer. More bummer, really wanted to see Meow Twins...
But hey! Gooch Palms are just beginning!
Rockin' goofballs from AUS. Stand up minimalist drum kit. Crowd is still a bit cold, but Gooch Palms gets a lot of us moving.
Hammered Satin... is it classic rock if it's happening right now? The guitarist maintains shred whilst having his downstairs bidness groped by people at the front of the stage.
Death Valley Girls... awesome! The sounds these punks make is outta sight. Evoking as much Sonic Youth as Blondie... sounds weird to say it like that, but it's true. Woman from Fly Traps fails to stage dive during their set and starts beef with the crowd. Lame. Cooler heads prevail. Death Valley Girls rock out.
So hungry, why didn't I get food??
No food being served tonight. Bummer. Settle for liquid bread. Be burpy.
The Sloths! These guys are older than most of the audience's grandparents. They rock out old school and love every minute. Damn fun, damn good time. Maximum antics. They play a cover of Gloria. Crowd digs it.
Throw away can in proper receptacle.
Vie for better place in the crowd while everyone transitions to smoke or buy more alcohol.
Guantanamo Baywatch! Singer says he won't sing 'cause his voice is gone. No one minds. Surf doesn't need words. He sings anyway. What a trooper! Crowd goes nuts when the music starts. Swirling and bouncing. Hats, shoes, phones and other personal effects are lost to the dance floor.
Relax a bit.
Shannon & The Clams are up next but they're taking their time to set up. No biggie. Crowd shuffles around a bit.
They start. We've been waiting for this all night. The lights are low and blue. We're a bunch of weirdo-dweebs swingin' hips, swirling and grooving to weirdo-dweeb-futurepast-jamz. The band is lookin' correct. We go nuts for classics like Hey Willy. There are no encores but it's already past midnight on a Monday... understandable... but we'd have listened to Shannon & The Clams until the sun came up. Too much fun.
People start to bail. Help a guy with fluffy hair look for his phone. Find a wallet. Look for the owner. She spots me. Confirm name. Her name is unique, no way a scammer would guess that. She is super grateful. She checks the wallet and her stuff is still there. Be surprised. She's even more grateful.
Try to get records but don't have any cash. Failure.
Still, good night.
Ready for night two.
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