Boris live last night. Single handedly the greatest show ever (okay, maybe doesn't top Brotzmann). Front and center. Metal fists raging. My lack of a good night's rest didn't allow me to up the ante because, by their last work of God, I was face & body flat on the stage. What's that word they use? "Bask"? Yeah, that was all left to do. Me, being the silly fanboy that I am, decided to go an impulsive shopping spree that night and splurge on the entire Boris merch table. Yeah, I bought
everything they had. Except for the t-shirts and
Akuma No Uta (the only record of theirs I could find in stores). They didn't have the shirts I wanted in a small, but oh well.
After reading about the pedantic gangsta violence at the Ghostface show in Chicago the other day, I'm kinda glad I didn't make the trip to Brooklyn last week.
And I'm totally unsure if I should update this thing regularly. I haven't had one of these since 7th grade. My writing skills are stunted. These days, I can't think anymore.
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