MrFood wrote:it was indeed my mate scot's band, birds of paradise, in support. he plays bass.
they weren't happy to be playing second fiddle to a guy with a gameboy, but the management weren't budging apparently.
my ears are truly fucked today. how does the guitar player... um... make his guitar... err... do that... noises?
i can't string a proper sentence together today either.
I woke up today feeling unable to hear properly out my right ear. I swore to myself after going to see Wolf Eyes that I'd be sensible and wear earplugs. Stupidstupidstupid.
I was expecting more from DJ Scotch Egg. The Gameboy thing gets very boring very quickly. Who the fuck was that stoner prancing around beside him?!
Melt Banana were amazing. I made the mistake of standing at the front to get a good view - the minute they started playing someone had stamped on my feet and knocked off my glasses.
Mr Food, I missed your friend's band. What do they sound like? In a weird six-degrees-of-separation way my friend got a message from someone she knows telling her
his friend's band were supporting too!
Chapter Two, you need to leave the dingy recesses of Cleveland and move to the Big Cit-ay (TM). No one goes to Cleveland because they're afraid someone might steal their face or punch them in the car.