I'm one of those grumpy old fucks who can't tolerate any of these "young persons" rock music and who constantly make witty jibes like "I wish my hair was emo so it would cut itself". To me rock died with Limp Bizkit and My Chemical Romance can suck my balls.
I found it very strange that not only was I listening to Avenged Sevenfold but that I was actually liking it too. There was something so desperate about their quest to be Guns N'Roses that I just had to adopt them as my own.
They bring their own version of catchy silly metal to the Ambassador tonight and while I am loathe to go down and fork out full price to hang with all the mini-rocker minions at the same time should I venture from Fibbers this eve and find a ticket thats oh so bloody cheap I will be running all the way to the Ambassador squealing like a little girl. Tune in tomorrow (or whenever I post next) to see if I made it.
In the meantime check out Bat country
"He who makes a beast out of himself gets rid of the pain of being a man"
6 comments:
bad bad very bad
You sir need to embrace your inner metal.
I guess the follow up to this story was that I Went along to the area with compadres only to find that touts had given up trying to hawk tickets so went to fibs and gave up on the idea. The fact that there was no folk trying to enduce chainsaws how to sing shouldn't really be a deterrant Mr Buckely now should it.
Come on for petes sake and would you ever rock out.
I might just take Sonic Youth away from you if you're not careful
Avenged sevenfold = steaming pile of shit
Hence the "Guilty Pleasure" remark.
are shit hence the "steaming pile of shit" remark.
I suppose you think that was touché don't you?
Well......ok fine you can have that one.
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