This is a “food piece” I’ve written for a creative writing class I’m taking. It was supposed to be a piece of exultation over my favorite food, however, I took a bit of a different route and wrote about the most boring food I could think of. Enjoy.
Having seen both STP and Cage within this year, I was interested to see how things were changed up. I arrived at The Rave at around 8:15, towards the end of Fang Island’s set. They were okay, kinda prog stuff. Crowd was not in to this band. Between bands, I discovered that a large part of the crowd had never even heard of Cage the Elephant. At 9, the band hit the stage, opening with “Dr. Dr. Dr.” They blazed through 45 minute loud, energetic set, complete with a huge sing-along during “Ain’t No Rest for the Wicked.” During the last song, “Sabertooth Tiger,” Matt Schultz jumped into the crowd and stood on the hands of those around him. In general, the crowd enjoyed the opener. At about 10:25, STP got on and busted into “Crackerman.” Since I was at the infamous show in March, I kinda expected Scott Weiland to say something about it, but that never happened. They did, however, make up for it by putting on an hour and 45 minutes of a great show. During “Pretty Penny,” Scott lit up a cigarette (interesting considering Wisconsin’s smoking ban) and played maraccas. He seemed coherent, alert, and not at all intoxicated. It was refreshing to see them play so well together. Before one of the songs, during a jam, they did a short version of “Roadhouse Blues.” The sound was solid for the venue, and the only screw-up was a ligting mess-up where during “Sex-Type Thing” they played the visuals for “Dumb Love” which wasn’t played. On the whole, I felt that this was one of the better show’s I’ve ever seen, and would reccomend anyone to see this show soon.
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Dammit, more bad representation of my state. If Walker beats Barrett, I swear to God I’m leaving.
“Dammit, I don’t care if you don’t wake up for another hour usually, it’s 2pm. This is getting excessive.”—My friend Joe, after coming to my house to hang out. I was pissed that he woke me up. Going back to school is going to be brutal.
For those who don’t know, my home state of Wisconsin just instituted a ban on smoking in public places. I, being straight-edge and all, will enjoy going to places like George Webb’s in the early morning without some drunk guy blowing his shit around. And for those who complain about freedoms being taken away from them, I say your rights end when your actions affect me. I don’t support a ban on smoking altogether, however.