As soon as the game was over, I headed to the T-Rock for the Kylesa show. Or as I like to call it, Hair Farmers Convention. I walked in as some band that had a flute player was on. They weren't Jethro Tull, but they were just as horrific. OMG, prog is thee worst. If there's one thing I can't stand, it's a band that knows how to play their instruments. You're not allowed to dispute my opinions because I'm spewing them while wearing a camouflage Budweiser Outdoors hunting hat. Flute/prog band wasn't so bad after all, when compared to the ska the sound guy was playing between bands. When Kylesa played there was a kid on the floor solo hardcore dancing. Like windmills and lawnmowers and shit. But with a psychedelic twist. Like a straight edge kid on mushrooms or something. So, yeah, that's that. Now the Heat and the Spurs are going to be in the finals and I'm thinking of forcing myself to watch NHL becuase I'm pissed about it.
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| Triple Rock Social Club, Mpls, MN, 6/3/13 |
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