Four days and three nights on the other side. - by Stitch
SD on 10/8/2007 at 18:06
Hell no! Actually, I've always been of the mind that it's best not to meet your heroes else they disappoint you. They were scheduled to play a concert locally and I happened to see him strolling through a quiet part of town the morning of the gig. He was surprised to be recognised I think cos he was a bit lost for words. Still, I got a shout out at the gig (and he apologised for being so untalkative) so that was :cool:
Mr.Duck on 11/8/2007 at 05:43
Rock on, you Filthy Fuck(er) :cool:
Rock on.
Stitch on 13/8/2007 at 21:12
I think I left part of my soul in Connecticut.
D'Juhn Keep on 14/8/2007 at 07:42
It's Satan's soul now.
Well how did it go???
henke on 15/8/2007 at 05:17
YES HOW DID IT GO GODDAMIT REPLY
plz
Stitch on 16/8/2007 at 00:52
Epic. I've never been given such rock star treatment--full buffet tables in the band area, unlimited free alcohol, etc--and I pretty much spent the whole weekend either raging drunk or hungover, for better or worse. It is funny, though, how quickly you get accustomed to things when immersed in such an environment; by day two the sight of goths decked out in vinyl hazmat suits and gas masks didn't even cause me to bat an eye.
Made some good friends, got kicked out of some good clubs, brought some rock to the goggles-wearing masses, all in all a solid weekend.
BrokenArts on 16/8/2007 at 12:48
Any pictures?
