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Wow, last night was so great. The night started out when we all showed up to the Bunkhouse. Having played 4+ shows at this saloon I knew the rules. "If you're under 21 you have to wait in the back until your band plays, then you have to leave." On any other night I usually work my magic and end up in the bar drinking with my mates within ten minutes. But, I didn't feel like doing that, tonight was going to be different. So Zack, Jeremy, Chad (my drummer who is also underage) grabbed our reefer, and 32 oz. and headed towards the Fremont St. Experience. The show started at 9:30, but we were playing 4th or 5th so it didn't matter, as long as Chad and I were back by 11:45 to set up our gear, everything will be fine. Man, I am glad we decided to make the trip. Eyes a blazing and our belly's digesting the Miller, we came across a cover band called The Garageboys. They were dressed in the orange prison jumpsuits from Airheads and they played some Black Sabbath, and some Eagles for us to enjoy. The local downtown crackheads were going nuts! They were dancing up a storm, with smiles of missing teeth and flowing nappy hair with all sorts of earth wedged between the follicles. We then saw another cover band who graced us by playing Beastie Boys- Fight For Your Right To Party! It made me miss my Mom, she loves the Beasties (as she always called them). By this time we needed to head back to the Bunkhouse, but just our luck as we are leaving the "Experience" starts to begin, so for twenty minutes the four of us had the task of weaving through all the awestruck tourists, while trying to keep focused and not get sucked in by the oh so beautiful show of lights.
We played the show and we did fantastic! Despite Chris' guitar cab blowing mid set, we still played with all the energy and connection people love to see. I received so many compliments after the set that it really hit me how good it feels to be in a band that people actually enjoy listening to , watching, and who continue to support us and come to all of our shows. I realize this was a pretty pointless post, but I was bored and had a really awesome time last night. :)
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Sometimes it feels like I live two lives. It's weird and kind of hard to explain. I guess it is all based on my emotions at the time. Whether I'm the talented, well-rounded happy go lucky everyone loves, Lafe. Or, there's the angry, negative Lafayasshole (Eddie cleverly named this doppelganger) who also inhabits my body, mind, and social interactions. It's like I'm either one or the other. I don't know whether this is due to situations which happened within the last year and this is my way of "coping",or, because of lost ties between people that made me feel joyous, or, if I have always been this way and no one really pointed it out to me.It could also be because I haven't met anyone that I have connected with on a noticeable level in a long time. By anyone, clearly, I mean a lady. It just seems my thoughts are becoming more dismal, that I'm better alone, well, not to say better at all, I guess to say that I will be alone for a long while. And, not to say I'm having trouble meeting girls either, just meeting girls that I feel some sort of interest in. I'm also not saying that I need someone else to make me feel happy, that I'm not capable on my own for self satisfaction at all. I guess there are just certain things I miss. It's weird. I'm pretty weird.
It's been a while since I wrote in here, so hopefully someone reads this and can help me with some advice... or hopefully at least some assurance that I am not the Lafayasshole.
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