The Fest pt. 2
Jeff starts each morning with a few binding poses. Josh starts off with some feverish crotch drumming.
Girls start out in a different way.
“What’s that? Would I like a progressive bumper sticker? You bet your ass I would.”
Girls through the glass. In case you can’t tell I’m in love with these two.
If I had $700 to drop on a bong I would have got that dragon for Trav
Free jimmy hats. Makes a lot of sense in a college town.
People deal with pre-show jitters differently. I tend to freak out and go blind from hyper-tension. Jeff likes to razor scooter.
We played Sunday. After four days of being overrun by crusties, almost every inch University Ave. looked like this.
Antarctic. Very talented instrumental dudes (from St. Augustine, I believe) played after us. I don’t have any pics from us playing. They are floating around Myspace somewhere. We’ve got footage, I just have to upload it. It was a crazy show. We practiced all week and all fucked up in some capacity. Doesn’t matter. Was still a fun weekend.
“I’m gonna miss you, bro.”
“Not as much as I’m gonna miss you, bro.”
“Not as much I’m gonna enjoy this ‘za, bro.”