earplugs and mosh pits: the local h concert
May 18, 2008, 9:16 pm
creepy. pathetic. grandma. disappointing.
all words used to describe friday’s blast-from-the-past Local H concert. they sang “that copacetic song,” whose actual name eludes almost everybody (try, “bound for the floor,” circa 1996). now, to the adjectives.
creepy. one of the opening acts, lions, had a real affinity for child-molesto mustaches (see left).
apparently this band is on a bonus track for guitar hero III, but their sound was pretty much just terrible noise to me. and for the record, there were LOTS of mustaches at this concert. when did this get hot? i’m so confused.
pathetic wtf is up with mosh pits. if a bunch of drunk 30yos start pushing and shoving in front of a bar, they get arrested. if it’s in front of the stage, they’re cool. i feel like this is a bad stand-up comedy joke from the ’90s, but i’m being serious. boys are stupid.
grandma especially during the opener, i was so thankful for those little blue foam bits shoved in my ears. sexy = knowing i’ll be one of the few people at that concert who’ll be able to hear in 30 years. holla.
disappointing local h is such a cool band that they can’t even play the one song i actually know. jerks.
in conclusion, i had a really awesome time, and i’m being serious when i say that. i finally got to see H street (where the ghetto and hipsters meet), and the venue had a nice dirty goth look.
the chubby man with huge curly hair (left) — who you can imagine was an awesome dancer — only served to enhance the entire experience. i love the ’90s!
good god, the child-toucher moustache was worse than i had remembered. GROOMING FAIL.
mustaches…dear sweet god mustaches…
I’m not really sure whats worst…you and your friends wearing ear plugs at a concert or your friend drinking Pabts Blue Ribbon… oh and mustaches can be awsome.. sometimes I wish I wasn’t asian and could grow in a full-fledged-molester-stache
nope, you can’t make fun of our beer choice until you can grow a moustache. don’t come ’round this blog with your sassy comments until puberty is in full swing.
Hey, it’s not my fault the God made most Asians hairless… but there must have been some other type of beer there that cost .50 cents more that tastes better than PBR… but ill tell you this, if you keep drinking PBR, you’ll have more hair on your upper lip than I can grow in a week… I’ll send Ali a check for 20 dollars so you girls can upgrade your choice of beer… hopefully that will make up for the comment I just made…