so maybe it didn;t happen, but girls sat on brick walls and the plaster came crashing down. accounts payable, please; feed me my soul in a paper basket.

the bands last night kicked so much ass. shots of suicide wasn't what i expected. they need to ditch the acoustic schtick 'cause kyle can only scream &you can't scream to acoustic. justin can sing really well but he was just only singing about how much he loved cory (shotgun rules). which is understandable because that band effing rocks. they played afterwards, &holy goddamn because they are amazing. absolutely. they are also a remarkably hard band to take pictures of. they never stand still. ever. oblivious to my mother, i stayed and watched them play "the end". (click that shizzy). it blew me away. sigh. cory is gorgeous. so is randy. the drummer goes absolutely insane. he's off in his own world &looks like a monkey when he plays, arms held so high. flailing. y'know the sort. the singer is awesome, he had a vintage mic &i wanted to bang him right there.

sigh.

missed &everything was perfect, but i shall see them again.

alexisonfire, boys night out, a static lullaby, from autumn to ashes &sevenatenine in two days. TWO EFFING DAYS.

then same lineup, minus sevenatenine, replaced with shotgun rules (swoooooooooooon) on tuesday. then. Q AND NOT U(!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) &silverstein &explode the airwaves (i heart all these bands) on july first. i need a place to crash that night. &then scene. with every band known to man (at least, in st. catharines) on the thirteenth.

cat is a very happy girl.

sigh.