I have been shaking cobwebs and beer tabs out of my brain lately drudging up tales of duct tape, dropping pedals and cleaning Skittles out of air conditioning vents. Back in the good ol' 90's my bro Boogie and I got to rub elbows and bend some with the best of 'em. Been missing the days of smelling venues before they open and even when the last call beacons erupt the room with white light. Nothing says a good show than "fucked up club smell." If only they made an air freshner!
Missing: Long days starting and stopping days in the van. Sweet band riders - nuthin' tastes better than dinner on the club! Meeting the cool kidz at the merch tables. Keeping one cash pocket for the venue and one for the band. Throwing the 2nd gas tank switch on the long rides. Sleeping on couches provided by friends on the road. Having a Ramone stage dive off of my back. Trashing only one hotel room to the tunes of ZOOM and Retaliation!
It's so funny how people tell me how responsible I am nowadays. Back then it was all about blowing off work to not get paid helping out friends and working at a show. Fuck i quit a job to work on a Fanzine full time!
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