SoreArms
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I went out with my brother and some of this friends to one of those top 40 hip hop clubs that most regular people frequent when they go out. These types of places are a personal hell to me becasue I hate the music and hate the type of crowd that usually hovers at these joints. Either fake pretentious people, or trendy and no clue shit heads.
We're in this large outdoors dancing area, typical top 40's R&B and Hip Hop playing through the speakers when I notice that there's another room to this palce, so I decide to go check it out. It's a room with a stage and there's a Black Sabbath tribute band playing. Hell fucking yeah! So I kick it, rock out to some Black Sabbath and bang my head for like the last three songs of their set, then head back outside when they're done.
So now I'm back in hell, the DJ starts palying some god awfull deep house crap and all the chicks go wild and dudes start pumping their fists in the air and I just want to die. After a half hour or so I decide to walk back to that other room and see what else is going on. Holy fucking yeah!
PANTERA TRIBUTE BAND!!!!!!
OH shit, did I fucking have a blast. And whow ould have fucking thought that a bar would book two totally different types of events for the smae night. It's like one room was full of trendy dorks and the other room was full of heavy metal dorks.
Dudes, I fucking had a blast. Head banging and moshing against the will of the 5 or 6 huge security/bouncers that were trying to contain the crowd.
The band finished at the same time the dance floor closed. As I walked away from the stage, sweaty, dirty and with a "fuck yeah" smirk on my face I ran into the exiting crowd from the dancefloor. All the pretty, trendy, make uppy chicks looked at me like "eeew" as they walked by and my brothers friends looked at me as if thinking "what a fucking weirdo"
And that's when I felt like me again. The me I haven't felt like in a while. The me that thumbs his nose at the norm. Totally and utterly me.
Rock and Roll motherfuckers!
We're in this large outdoors dancing area, typical top 40's R&B and Hip Hop playing through the speakers when I notice that there's another room to this palce, so I decide to go check it out. It's a room with a stage and there's a Black Sabbath tribute band playing. Hell fucking yeah! So I kick it, rock out to some Black Sabbath and bang my head for like the last three songs of their set, then head back outside when they're done.
So now I'm back in hell, the DJ starts palying some god awfull deep house crap and all the chicks go wild and dudes start pumping their fists in the air and I just want to die. After a half hour or so I decide to walk back to that other room and see what else is going on. Holy fucking yeah!
PANTERA TRIBUTE BAND!!!!!!
OH shit, did I fucking have a blast. And whow ould have fucking thought that a bar would book two totally different types of events for the smae night. It's like one room was full of trendy dorks and the other room was full of heavy metal dorks.
Dudes, I fucking had a blast. Head banging and moshing against the will of the 5 or 6 huge security/bouncers that were trying to contain the crowd.
The band finished at the same time the dance floor closed. As I walked away from the stage, sweaty, dirty and with a "fuck yeah" smirk on my face I ran into the exiting crowd from the dancefloor. All the pretty, trendy, make uppy chicks looked at me like "eeew" as they walked by and my brothers friends looked at me as if thinking "what a fucking weirdo"
And that's when I felt like me again. The me I haven't felt like in a while. The me that thumbs his nose at the norm. Totally and utterly me.
Rock and Roll motherfuckers!