Friday, May 16, 2008

Quick Blunt Goodbye

This was about an hour ago. I was still wrapped in a bedsheet at this point:
Me (referring to Colin's missus): What's wrong with this one? She's awful quiet.
Colin: She's getting worse, apparantly (asthma).
Me: Take her to a doctor, maybe?
Colin: No point. He just tells us to go to the Health Sciences, and they take x-rays, and then she has to wait three weeks for the results.
Me: Maybe we should take her to the backyard and shoot her.

Now, lemme axe you something:
If you were at a deadly concert with a rock and roll band, and someone threw a shoe onstage...
And the band stopped playing their wicked show, with its thousands of fans, so as to berate, and humiliate the person who threw the shoe, going on to ask that no more fans throw blunt objects onstage, wouldn't you keep your blunt objects to yourself?
Fuckers. Certain people shouldn't be permitted oxygen.
Josh Homme tore into this guy, too. For minutes. Uttering curses and insults, and making comments about the individual's mother.
Then, three or four songs later, right at the close of the Queens of the Stone Age show, some other waste of skin threw something onstage, Josh Homme said, "Goodnight everybody," and the band walked off.
Some people didn't even realize what had happened. They thought it was normal for a band to stop in the middle of a song and end the night there.
I was pissed.
But they were deadly. And they played (these are not in order):

I think I got 'em all.
Were you there?
You should've been.
Phillip Kearly was there.
He was talking about you.



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