white lightning
June 18, 2007
this weekend and had quite a little adventure.
whilst preparing to do a take on reaching i believe, i am sitting in my little room looking out when I hear “AAAAAH”, the light flickers, there is much commotion in the room- I can’t see now because the lights have went out, I feel a slight shock in my ear from my headphones before i throw them away from me and its plain to see (or lack thereof seeing) we have lost power due to the thunder storm we had just been watching (didn’t seem as cool at this point as it had previously). sensing the intensity in the lower room I run down there; and to my disbelief guitars are thrown, blood pressure is high, and chris just had some sort of seizure. seems that the nearby electricity pole that got struck sent a wave of electricity to the studio which happened to jump from chris’ amp or the wall to him and out his belly. see below exit wound.
gary got burns on his finger (possibly jumped to him from chris’ belly- the world may never know) doug felt like he had put his finger in a socket and ben just had the good ol jolt of seeing your brother get electrocuted before your eyes. still not a soul can figure out how the guitars flew off, I mean they did have straps on. (not strap-ons on you dirties)
anywhoo it was one for the scrapbook. you never know what might happen at juniors motel.
friday night lights
June 18, 2007
Friday show went well. more room than we had anticipated which was a nice suprise.
there seems to be a pattern with waukee shows. alcohol + testosterone = manly man main event. You know, when a few people usually of the male persuasion think that it is not only absolutely necessary for survival, but that they may not be able to live with themselves for one more minute unless they can get right up in someones face and drunkenly spit such intelligent things as, “ooo oo eee eee, me man, me have need to punch face. PUNCH FACE PUNCH FACE. me want to look stupid, please me fight PUUHHH LEEAAAAASE”. come on waukee! you are one of the fastest growing towns in the country, literally. you are to be filled with soccor mom’s with uneccessary 4 wheel drive vehicles and metrosexual fathers who linger looking at expensive lawn mowers wondering if its uncool to tell the sales kid with the worn out jeans that they aren’t sure how to start or steer them. WHY people why.
ye who fight look like idiot in the night. its my new little poem for all of you out there.
Parker and Graham got to go see Yonder before they came to the show for a bit, poopheads.
