If you're on the East Coast, in a not so tropical climatic area, you're probably relishing the dawning of a new day. The snow is melting away, leaving miniature waterfalls washing the curbs of every hilly street to drain into the sewers that lead to no-man's land. The weeds (and not the good kind) have begun sprouting seemingly overnight and the overall joyous aura that disappeared sometime in October last year has returned.
And let's be honest, nothing helps enhance the tranquility and anticipation of summer than music.
That is where I come in.
My life is one long musical note. A poorly written opera. A failed ABC sitcom that has found new life and a deranged cult following on some obscure channel.
And of course with the swell season, like the weeds on your lawn, come the bands and festivals randomly appearing out of nowhere. All of a sudden my schedule has filled up with the anticipation of rockin' out with Iron Maiden, getting crazy with Iggy Pop, Bringin' the mutha fuckin' ruckus with the Wu Tang family and possibly crying with The Cure.
And that's not to mention the numerous festivals that are as synonymous with the summer as mosquitos and sunburns.
And it's my job to keep you posted on all of them.
Stay Tuned....
Next show:
The Destroyers - April 20th, Montreal
1 comment:
Excellent font, my friend. I look forward to your journey. Good music, good dope, cheap beer, and sweaty tent sex... these are the elements of the perfect summer.
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