The concert season rapidly is approaching and it looks like it's going to be a good one. I can already smell the beer soaked grass, marijuana freely floating through the air, and the guy beside me that obviously is going to both Sunday and Monday nights concert and is obviously staying in the campground that doesn't have showers......... I can hear the sweet sounds of Dave Matthews' Taylor acoustic guitars... The sound of Jack Johnson's sweet melodies... The beautiful solos of Ozzfest... The sounds of obnoxious people singing out of key very loudly next to me... and of course the sound of that guy puking over there........... I can already see the spectacular light shows and fancy backgrounds... The stars shining bright above the lawn at Verizon Wireless Music Center... and the back of the head of the freakishly tall dude standing in front of me... and his ugly girlfriend who keeps stepping on my foot. I can feel the grass on my toes... because I once again went against my better judgement and wore sandles... I can feel the bass drum rumbling my chest and the treble piercing through the ever-so thick mix of musical bliss... and of course I can also feel the rain beginning to pour down on me... and I'm too stubborn to pay 20 dollars for a piece of plastic called a Poncho to cover up with... I also feel the cool Indiana night breeze... and I can feel the nice warm blanket mother nature places over you as she wisks the breeze away... I CANNOT feel the buzz from these 12 dollar margaritas... they taste good... but for real... how can you call that an alcoholic beverage... screw all this "I feel" stuff... Give me a frikkin beer so I can feel wasted...................

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Expect all your life to be let down, and to say goodbye to friends you've found... Becuase we both will have to leave this town, for better lives.

Crowds, as in the days of the gladiators, cheering mass, chaotic approval: bestowing perfect absolution on anyone who wishes to hear. Their cheers mark concert season--mark and identify, identify and glorify, glorify and immortalize. Onward and forever, so does concert season abide--subsisting in eternal summer: cyclic and neverending.

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I want the bomb
I want the P-funk!

My band is better than yours...

Ah... the sweet sweet season I waste all my money on... of course I'm not talking about Christmas... I'm talking about concert season...

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Expect all your life to be let down, and to say goodbye to friends you've found... Becuase we both will have to leave this town, for better lives.

i liek to be goign 2 tha consertz LOLZ!!!1

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Can't a Captain look at a Queen?

Something about concerts, I guess. I like them. They smell funny and make my head do a dance.

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You go outside and practice screaming. We'll play music while you're gone.

I'm going to a concert tomorrow. A friend of mine booked it and all three of his bands are opening. I tried to get one of mine in there, but we're still a bit too new to the scene to be of any value. Some of the bigger names that are showing up are Cattle Decapitation and AC (you know what I mean). 16 bands and $20 bucks, bargain if you ask me.

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The Gods Made Heavy Metal, And They Saw That It Was Good
They Said To Play It Louder Than Hell, We Promised That We Would

Hulk Smash!!

Whatever you do, don't eat limes. A friend of mine ate a lime once and BAM!! Two years later. Herpes.

Kickass. That sounds fun.

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Can't a Captain look at a Queen?