Saturday we decided to make a trip to OKC to see Charlie Robison at the Wormy Dog. Thankfully, no one went to jail. It was a good show and we had a good time. But I did almost get into it with these cutesy college girls. We had been standing in our spot close to the stage since an hour before the show and about an hour in, this gaggle of too-cute skinny bitches pushed their way through. I put my arm out and politely told them they were not going to push their way in front of all these people that had been standing there so long. OK, so it wasn't really polite. It was more like ghetto mama. I figured they may be cute and young, but I had a lot more weight behind me so I figured I might win. They just sucked. There were a couple of other girls standing next to me and they were pissed, too, and eventually after smushing up against everyone for a while, the skinny bitches moved on to get in some other peoples' space. They shoulda got there earlier if they wanted a good spot, stupid bitches. They were all "we're all here to have fun, honey" Mmm hmmm. And I was here first so have your fun behind me, hooker.
My friend, Sherry, drove up from Dallas to hang out with us. My sister, Amanda, and our friends, Keith and Grant came, too. The summer I was 18, my summer job was to babysit Grant - he was 10. This was my first experience at hanging out with Grant as an adult and it was fun, he's a good guy.
He blogged afterward about what a good time he had and how he realized the importance of good friends and surrounding yourself with good people. He's right on. I learned quite some time ago that I just don't have time for people that suck. I want postive, smart, kind, funny people around me and I pretty much tend to stay away from those that aren't at least one of the above. Jeff, you fall into the smart and funny categories, kind and postive not so much all the time ;). By the way, Marty said that you said you had a good time last time you hung out with us at the Wormy Dog. DUH. But don't expect any more of that fancy dancin'. Beer soaked floors and slick bottomed cowboy boots don't exactly mesh...
Anyway - my sister was telling me that her finace asked why the hell we always go see these bands no one's ever heard of. Because they don't suck, that's why. Most bands that you see live sound nothing like they do on the CD. The sign of a good band is when they kick ass in person and sound even better than a studio mixed CD. We listen to a lot of "red dirt" music and follow a lot of the red dirt bands. People ask me what red dirt is and it's kind of hard to explain. It's not really country but it does have country roots and a lot of times country themes, but it often times sounds more rock than country. Red dirt isn't necessarily a type of music, but an attitude about music. Some people have commented on the voices of the singers and I was thinking that it's not the singer, it's the song. Red dirt songs say something. It's about being true to yourself and not selling out. It's about not being a copy cat and singing cookie cutter music just to make people happy. Plus there are some damned good sing along lyrics and they're easy to drink beer to. :) Next up, Jason Boland March 31.
My friend, Sherry, drove up from Dallas to hang out with us. My sister, Amanda, and our friends, Keith and Grant came, too. The summer I was 18, my summer job was to babysit Grant - he was 10. This was my first experience at hanging out with Grant as an adult and it was fun, he's a good guy.
He blogged afterward about what a good time he had and how he realized the importance of good friends and surrounding yourself with good people. He's right on. I learned quite some time ago that I just don't have time for people that suck. I want postive, smart, kind, funny people around me and I pretty much tend to stay away from those that aren't at least one of the above. Jeff, you fall into the smart and funny categories, kind and postive not so much all the time ;). By the way, Marty said that you said you had a good time last time you hung out with us at the Wormy Dog. DUH. But don't expect any more of that fancy dancin'. Beer soaked floors and slick bottomed cowboy boots don't exactly mesh...
Anyway - my sister was telling me that her finace asked why the hell we always go see these bands no one's ever heard of. Because they don't suck, that's why. Most bands that you see live sound nothing like they do on the CD. The sign of a good band is when they kick ass in person and sound even better than a studio mixed CD. We listen to a lot of "red dirt" music and follow a lot of the red dirt bands. People ask me what red dirt is and it's kind of hard to explain. It's not really country but it does have country roots and a lot of times country themes, but it often times sounds more rock than country. Red dirt isn't necessarily a type of music, but an attitude about music. Some people have commented on the voices of the singers and I was thinking that it's not the singer, it's the song. Red dirt songs say something. It's about being true to yourself and not selling out. It's about not being a copy cat and singing cookie cutter music just to make people happy. Plus there are some damned good sing along lyrics and they're easy to drink beer to. :) Next up, Jason Boland March 31.
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