Vern’s 622-8 Ave SW Calgary, Alberta, Canada, North America, Planet Earth, Solar System, Main Sequence, Milky Way Galaxy, Universe, Multiverse.....but...what DIMENSION?????
Friday, July 9, 2010
So there I was, trying not to spill beer on my brown suede shoes when all of a sudden this crazy metal band starts attacking my ears. Statue of Demur started the night off the way I like it...metallic. These guys were a cut above most of the metal bands I’ve seen, especially considering they are a three piece. Throw in the skills of “inward singing” and I was no less than astounded.
And then up comes these crazy beer drinking maniacs. Normally I have no trouble getting myself hammered at my own pace, but they constantly got everybody doing “mandatory shots of beer” and being the drunken asshole I am, I participated in every single one. Ripping the Vern’s stage with punk covers that I can’t remember (see aforementioned part about drinking) I began to notice that my suede was becoming more and more damp.
After stepping outside to try and dry my shoes a bit, I walk back in to the ass kicking...but the blood had already been cleaned up and it was time for the crime. With one of the most energetic front men in the scene, Profits of Crime fully captivated me and I’m sure the rest of the crowd at Vern’s. They also ripped another hole in my eardrums. Like a drummer needs more of those! Looking down, I realised it was close to the end...for my shoes.
So I was thinking to myself at this time, “I wonder if anybody could be more energetic on stage than Adam.” And then The Unwanted showed me the answer. Stamping out every ounce of sanity I had, they ripped one song after the other, never slowing down and always keeping the crowd engaged. With Lance and Doug shredding, Pam looking like a misplaced metal head with her hair constantly in her face, Ted pounding and Norm bouncing off the walls I couldn’t ask for more. If, in 17 years, I have anywhere close to half of Norm’s energy, well.....I’d have half of Norm’s energy. By that time, maybe my shoes will be dry.
And to ice the cake, I spent the night in the alley behind Vern’s and woke up to a crack head trying to smash my window out with an empty soup can.
Friday, July 9, 2010
So there I was, trying not to spill beer on my brown suede shoes when all of a sudden this crazy metal band starts attacking my ears. Statue of Demur started the night off the way I like it...metallic. These guys were a cut above most of the metal bands I’ve seen, especially considering they are a three piece. Throw in the skills of “inward singing” and I was no less than astounded.
And then up comes these crazy beer drinking maniacs. Normally I have no trouble getting myself hammered at my own pace, but they constantly got everybody doing “mandatory shots of beer” and being the drunken asshole I am, I participated in every single one. Ripping the Vern’s stage with punk covers that I can’t remember (see aforementioned part about drinking) I began to notice that my suede was becoming more and more damp.
After stepping outside to try and dry my shoes a bit, I walk back in to the ass kicking...but the blood had already been cleaned up and it was time for the crime. With one of the most energetic front men in the scene, Profits of Crime fully captivated me and I’m sure the rest of the crowd at Vern’s. They also ripped another hole in my eardrums. Like a drummer needs more of those! Looking down, I realised it was close to the end...for my shoes.
So I was thinking to myself at this time, “I wonder if anybody could be more energetic on stage than Adam.” And then The Unwanted showed me the answer. Stamping out every ounce of sanity I had, they ripped one song after the other, never slowing down and always keeping the crowd engaged. With Lance and Doug shredding, Pam looking like a misplaced metal head with her hair constantly in her face, Ted pounding and Norm bouncing off the walls I couldn’t ask for more. If, in 17 years, I have anywhere close to half of Norm’s energy, well.....I’d have half of Norm’s energy. By that time, maybe my shoes will be dry.
And to ice the cake, I spent the night in the alley behind Vern’s and woke up to a crack head trying to smash my window out with an empty soup can.
Kevin Crisis
No comments:
Post a Comment