Sunday, July 12, 2009

They don't play my hits, well I don't give a shit...



Things that have happened recently.

Last night and this morning sucked. I went to Forecastle tonight. Saw jam band greats such as The Black Crowes and Widespread Panic. Remind me not to be an asshole hippy/outdoorsmen wannabe who smokes weed at jam band concerts when I'm 50 years old. God. Also, does every girl in America own that one bohemian dress. You know. That dress that they wear when they want to be different, or when they go to music festivals. Seriously. Every fucking girl between the ages of 16 and 26 was wearing a crappy hippy dress with gladiator sandals. If Russell Crowe and that one mom that dresses like a hippy on Halloween (every goddamn year) had a middle-class white suburban daughter.. it would be every female there. Enough about that though. The Black Crowes are really average. Like if I got 10 of my musically talented friends and we just made up songs as we went for an hour (plus reverb whored everything) it would sound like The Black Crowes. Widespread Panic was pretty good but I can't believe that they have such a devoted following. Who was that upset about missing out on The Grateful Dead that they had to follow around Widespread Panic. I mean the least they could've done is picked Phish. Probably the same people that don't own any non-Jerry Garcia ties. They're so zany but they work well in formal situations.



I think it should be noted that that picture was taken from a webiste called Frattinghard.com

and my closing remarks:

Dear All White People,

Quit trying to be Rastafarian. Seriously. No one else cares how much weed you smoke. You're not proving anything. Cut off your dreadlocks, take a shower and for God's sake, quit having children.

Sincerely, Ryan

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