Boobie Tassels For Buddha

I'd debated with myself for a bit while the bands played about whether or not to buy an ASG shirt. I like coming home with souvenirs other than bruises on the tops of my feet and on my boobs from getting stomped on and elbowed...I didn't really want to spend the money though because of issues here at home. Still... I fucking cherish my baroness and kylesa shirts bought in the afterglow of seeing them live, so I really couldn't talk myself out of it. After weedeater finished up and torche was setting up, I made my way over to the booth to see what I could get for myself. I stopped to see some Caltrop merchandise even though I already have a tshirt and their full length album. Just as I paused to look a bit, Sam (guitar and vocals) put out one of their EPs. I had it downloaded but didn't actually own it which is somehow better so I asked him what all was on it. He promised it had some good stuff...I sorta knew it did already but I didn't let on and told him I wanted one. I told him, too, that I'd seen them play at the jinx and loved their stuff and had their album and listened to it all the time and told everyone I know how awesome they are....basically, i gushed like a schoolgirl meeting a celebrity which is only sorta embarrassing. He actually remembered me vaguely from myspace messages I'd sent and whatnot which was alright by me. He didn't have any change or enough change for my twenty so he just handed me the cd and told me he'd catch up to me when he found change and took off, I assume, in search of money. Meanwhile I purchased my shirt, got a 5 dollar bill back and took off looking for him. This made things much easier. All the while, in the back of my mind, I'm thinking I better hurry up if I'm going to get a good spot for torche. It's important to do your business and get back or you lose your spot. that's the awful part about going to shows alone. Anyway, I found him or he found me or something to that effect when I made my way back towards the nonstage. I talked to him for a minute about starting a hippie commune to avoid the complication of money...growing vegetables and raising chickens and weaving hemp rugs to sell at roadside stands and flea markets.... Fuck. ok. I even hugged him. and thanked him for the music. It sounds gay, I know...but it's all I know to do to show my appreciation--saying thank you. And I really am appreciative. It's not a lie or some sort of bullshit slutastic come on. I meant it. I still get embarrassed and so I walked away rather quickly to get back up front for torche.

Torche formed in 2004 from some ex members of Floor and some guys from other bands. Some are from Atlanta and some from Miami. There used to be 4 and because of musical differences there are now just 3 and on this night there was a fill in they kept calling Andy. I'm not huge on this band. I like them but it's not like they hit my playlist all the time. I found out pretty quickly that it's just because the production on meanderthal fucking blows or it must blow. i'm not well versed on anything related to anything in the production world but i do know that they sound nothing in person like they do on the album i have downloaded. I'd been down there for about 5 hours at this point or getting close to it. I'd had a good view the entire time and I guess, for that, I'm fortunate. Let me say here that I'm only 5'4, so my visibility is very easily blocked. Just before the band finished setting up, a guy at least a foot taller than me stepped from just beside me to directly in front. directly. in. front. I couldn't see a fucking thing even rising up to the tips of my toes. You can see above that I just barely got this shot extending my arm above his shoulder on my tippy toes to do so. How fucking rude is it to just step in front of the short girl and block her view just because you have a penis and somehow feel you have more rights to be there than she does? Where the fuck is chivalry these days? It doesn't exist in Tallahassee, Florida....not a bit. I let it roll anyway and when the band kicked in, I let the music take me. They started out with a song from Meanderthal, of course, but I couldn't tell you which one because just moments after it started, that enormous fuck in front of me stomped on my foot. I've had a child by emergency cesarean and I've had gallstones and I have 8 tattoos and I know that I have a pretty decent pain threshhold. Okay and well, let's just say I know. This foot stomp brought tears to my eyes and totally fucked up any sort of letting go I had been attempting thus far. I came hurtling back to the world at breakneck speeds. And because this guy and several others get into music in a totally different way than I do....they just kept ruining my whole experience. When they said their last song was coming up and possibly an encore or something, I just walked out. My foot was already swelling and I couldn't do anything but watch the people in front of me to make sure I wouldn't get run into or stomped on or whipped in the face with ratty, sweat soaked hair or elbowed and all that. I don't even care if I missed some awe inspiring, never to be forgotten moment like the Baroness encore I saw back in October. Fuck it. Does this mean I'm getting old?

Maybe you shouldn't answer that question.

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