in 1994 i was living in des moines, iowa. i didn't like it there, hated my roommate and i had about 2 friends the whole time i was there, but i got to see a lot of great bands at a little dive bar called hairy mary's. before slipknot owned it, thank you.
one of the bands i was fortunate enough to see there was the dead milkmen. i went to the show alone and stood around forever waiting for the bands to start. a little guy walked passed me and gave me a goofy grin and complimented my shirt. i about crapped my pants- the hottie from the dead milkmen hit on me!
i was on cloud 9 for weeks. then i did my laundry. (yes, it took me weeks to do my laundry.)
i didn't even realize i had worn a shirt that said 'art fag' really big across the back to the show. that hottie from the dead milkmen wasn't hitting on me at all- he thought i was wearing the shirt as an homage to one of their best songs ever. so my bubble was burst and i felt like an idiot for far longer than cloud 9 lasted.
the end. i'm a dork.
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
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I loved them and really loved this story! Even a shout out to Iowa.
ah the dead milkmen did philly proud. one day i took a walk to zipperhead...
oh and f'reals, i'll dance to anything by "dep-ech mode"
infact:
I'll dance to anything by any bunch of stupid Europeans who come over here with their big hairdos intent on taking our money instead of giving your cash, where it belongs, to a decent American artist like myself!
and i'm not ashamed to admit it.
You'll dance to anything!
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