I knew I loved 80's rock for a reason.
Drum solo...
Enter a 12-string bass...
A guitar that is actually 5 guitars (i have seen those with 2, but never 5)...
Then, from nowhere comes the screaming of a orange, see-through, electric...
Yes. That is the way rock is supposed to happen.
It was awesome. They were everything I was hoping for and then some.
Unfortunatly, the bar we went to after, not so good. No strongbow, no big rock... How sad is that. then the "bar-wench" proceeded to make fun of me saying that I was only 19 and should be drinking Canadian of Kokanee. What is this world coming to...
Yay! I get to see Mama Bean tomorrow. I miss her so very much. Well I don't actually get to see her tomorrow, but she will be back in town and I will get to talk to her. 'S good, because I miss her.
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