Last night, Scott, Adam, and myself went to see our old buddy, Tom's, band play in Chapel Hill, NC and they were pretty sweet. The band's name is "The Love Language" and they put on a supremely entertaining show. Go download "Lalita" or "Manteo", you'll be tappin' your foot like Adam Barefoot taps asses, HARD. They are touring the U.S. right now, if you like music and they come to your town, you should go see them and chant for Tommy because he bangs those drums like Michael J Fox trapped in a gong factory after he's had 1 too many red bull vodkas.
Another bonus was that they had a few opening bands that were also pretty diabetic! (in a good way, I think that's Type II) The band's names were "Oh Captain My Captain" and "Max Indian." It worked out to be a great night because usually with lesser known bands you get one opener in there that isnt so good but you can't leave because the band would totally notice and maybe even call you out over the mic....how embarassing. I never felt that way, hooray! But, when I looked around at everyone in the audience, why did I see so many darn "unique individuals" with the stupid Kanye West sunglasses on and wearing backpacks to a night out of music and drinking fun? I felt like a guy wearing a cape and top hat could show up at any time and not to defend us concert-goers from criminal action. Now, I don't wanna get started on what I hate about people so I'll just give them a pass...maybe the lighting was refracted off of the snare drum into their retinas and maybe they needed a change of clothes for when their dancing in place for so long stretches our their black, straight leg jeans. I'm guessing everybody has heard the saying, "the tighter your pants, the cooler you dance." Well, it was in full effect last night. The only drawback was that the guys were the ones with the tight pants.
To finish off the night, we ate Jimmy John's and made prank phone calls. If you would like a prank phone call from us (and they are fucking good), leave your phone number in the comments section and we can make it happen. We may have even filmed a few of them, if this is the case, they should be on youtube soon.
To finish off the night, we ate Jimmy John's and made prank phone calls. If you would like a prank phone call from us (and they are fucking good), leave your phone number in the comments section and we can make it happen. We may have even filmed a few of them, if this is the case, they should be on youtube soon.
and here is a live video of The Love Language playing Manteo
Peace, love, chicken grease,
Danny
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