saturnine

super duper.

i'd want to see one band at each venue, but not all bands at any given venue.

i was on the chairs until pelican because the other bands sucked. we're bound to run into each other eventually, i suppose.

hey, maybe he can screw up all the songs like he did with big city life. huzzah.

what if the nf server crashes?

yes, sir, and the only one wearing a silverchair shirt

i'm going to dress up as meg.

think of nine people doing their own thing for 35 minutes then bringing it all back together for a few minutes to end the song. wall of sound - nay, canyon of sound.

i remember a bunch of taller people front/centre.. i was a couple people behind. huzzah!

i must've missed them. yeah, my ears were ringing after the show. maybe you and i traded glances...

the mars volta sucked live. again.

yes. yes, i am. i missed the last show. did mare actually play? the only two openers i saw were measured in angles and crux of aux. i saw mare with isis in TO and they were pretty loud.

i hate all of you. f'real.

i'd have bought it if i didn't already have one. it was a great show.

i fucking hope so. there seems to be a one hit wonder renaissance occurring now.

the point is that hardcore fans will pay anything to acquire what they want.

i sold a nine inch nails single for $43

Blinded by the light, revved up like a deuce, another runner in the night Blinded by the light, revved up like a deuce, another runner in the night Blinded by the light, revved up like a deuce, another runner in the night Madman drummers bummers, Indians in the summer with a teenage diplomat In the dumps with the mumps as the adolescent pumps his way into his hat With a boulder on my shoulder, feelin' kinda older, I tripped the merry-go-round With this very unpleasin', sneezin' and wheezin, the calliope crashed to the ground The calliope crashed to the ground But she was... Blinded by the light, revved up like a deuce, runner in the night Blinded by the light, revved up like a deuce, another runner in the night Blinded by the light, revved up like a deuce, another runner in the night Blinded by the light, revved up like a deuce, another runner in the night Some silicone sister with a manager mister told me I go what it takes She said "I'll turn you on sonny to something strong, play the song with the funky break" And go-cart Mozart was checkin' out the weather chart to see if it was safe outside And little Early-Pearly came by in his curly-wurly and asked me if I needed a ride Asked me if I needed a ride But she was... Blinded by the light, revved up like a deuce, another runner in the night Blinded by the light She got down but she never got tired She's gonna make it through the night She's gonna make it through the night But mama, that's where the fun is But mama, that's where the fun is Mama always told me not to look into the eye's of the sun But mama, that's where the fun is Some brimstone baritone anticyclone rolling stone preacher from the east Says, "Dethrone the dictaphone, hit it in it's funny bone, that's where they expect it least" And some new-mown chaperone was standin' in the corner, watching the young girls dance And some fresh-sown moonstone was messin' with his frozen zone, reminding him of romance The calliope crashed to the ground But she was... Blinded by the light, revved up like a deuce, another runner in the night Blinded by the light, revved up like a deuce, another runner in the night Blinded by the light, revved up like a deuce, another runner in the night Blinded by the light, revved up like a deuce, another runner in the night Blinded by the light, revved up like a deuce, another runner in the night Blinded by the light, revved up like a deuce, another runner in the night Blinded by the light, revved up like a deuce, another runner in the night Blinded by the light, revved up like a deuce, another runner in the night Blinded by the light, revved up like a deuce, another runner in the night Blinded by the light Madman drummers bummers, Indians in the summer with a teenage diplomat In the dumps with the mumps as the adolescent pumps his way into his hat With a boulder on my shoulder, feelin' kinda older, I tripped the merry-go-round With this very unpleasin', sneezin' and wheezin, the calliope crashed to the ground Now Scott with a slingshot finially found a tender spot and throws his lover in the sand And some bloodshot forget-me-not said daddy's within earshot save the buckshot, turn up the band Some silicone sister with a manager mister told me I go what it takes She said "I'll turn you on sonny to something strong"

light shows are pretty pointless.

what does it do? nobody loves me enough to spend that much on me.. don't you make enough money?

i love radiohead, but even i get pissed off when people are "ok computer this, kida that.. blah blah best ever blah' they're good, but not amazing. there are probably 50 albums i own that i find better than any radiohead album.

hey, mars, all your base are belong to us.

Well, they're penis cars in the sense that if you own one, then there's an 80% chance that you're compensating for a small penis. i find that probably 50% of the current H2/H3 owners are female, whereas 100% of H1 owners are males.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/SuicideGirls

not that i've seen. i know there was one who said she lost her virginity while one of matt's songs was playing.