Ahoy, mateys, going to a show at the Springwater in Nashville and then having to put the clothes you wore there back on in the morning is possibly one of the grossest things ever. I saw a band called Scourage of the Sea and they did not play sea shanties or talk like pirates. Très décevant. And while I didn’t think they sucked, someone should have sent them the memo about saving the heroin until you’re really famous and can a) afford it and b) don’t have to worry about being a disjointed, slow-talkin’ slacker on stage. And, hey, wasn’t someone else just talking about having seen this band somewhere? daft maybe?
I had something else to say. The headache however is preventing me from remembering. Must be the kerosene they water the beer down with at the Springwater.