Rainy Nights

Last weekend I dragged my old ass out to see a friend's show. Both Never Healed and California Love were supposed to play, but it just wound up Never Healed and a bunch of other bands I don't care about. It was raining all day and night, I had no one to go with me, but I really needed to get out of my own head and environment for a while, plus I wanted to support - so I went, forked over the $2 "membership' for 924 Gilman, and another $8 smackers for the bands.


These are all the teeny-boppers crowding around some band that decided to "be different" and perform on the floor. Dumb.


guitarist of Never Healed, which is who I went to see. Turns out the girlfriend of the singer, Maya, is an old friend from about 9 or 10 years ago. I guess I wasn't the only thirty-something at Gilman that night... phew! But it is a testament once again that we do indeed live in a small, small world.


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Tags with phone lights make for some wack photos.

My ears rang for about 6 hours - even with earplugs. Nothing like an underage hardcore show to make one feel like a major burn out! Welp, back home to my little Roo, who kept me warm and cozy for the rest of the night.