One of the coolest things was seeing Brian Chase back there on the drums, all somewhat robotic and Yezen-like. At certain points during a pause in the drums, he'd hold one stick up, striking a legendary pose of triumph as did Karen O with her mic and cord. To start out Cheated Hearts she blew a mouthful of water upwards to haze in the flashy stage lights. Ecstasy.
After an encore and a whole hour's-worth of YYY music, my voice shot, plastic beer bottles littering the ground, me and Martin walked back to the parking garage (that I paid ten f-ing dollars to park in when a more convenient lot was five bucks). Turning the corner to the stairs, we stopped dead in our tracks. There on the top of the first flight was, not a dead body, not an alive body, not a half-eaten Butterfinger, but something better. A baby bunny. In an abandoned parking garage. No mommy-bunny, no siblings anywhere. Martin unleashed his camera and I think he took a video of it as we chased it up the flights of stairs. On the second flight, he almost jumped off the edge, but didn't and turned around at the last second. On the third flight he didn't turn around. Yeah, he just fell off the stairs. About three flights. There was a plop on the ground and we thought it was for sure dead, but it like struggled on the ground a little then scampered off. That event will give both of us nightmares for a good while. I hope it's alright.










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Kill your enemies with kindness.
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