09-19-2021, 08:38 AM
(This post was last modified: 09-19-2021, 08:41 AM by Drunk Monk.)
Dog pee on your what? Foot? Lap? Face? That’s a critical omission...
I did have plugs but just standards. I need to reinvest in some pro plugs. I lost my pro pairs years ago.
I was so tempted to sneak a vid. It’s such a strange and wonderful place. The sound is so massive that it vibrates your organs, your clothing, your marrow. It pushes you over. The crowd is hardcore fans to cling the rail. Their ecstatic joy is palpable as they head bang and mouth ever lyric. The throb rocks the barriers. Hot chicks pop up like dandelions atop their boyfriends’ shoulders waving their phones like fronds in the wind, only to be trimmed back by pit crew with high intensity flashlights beaming in their new gleeful faces. The lights play on the distant structure at the back of the field in time. And the pyro buffets you with intense and forceful heat.
But we must stand at the ready like Buckingham palace guards, stoically among gargantuan bouncers, hard working camera crew and the occasional guest of the band. It’s been years since I’ve done any pit work. I’m not really fit for it anymore but honored to be positioned there again.
I did have plugs but just standards. I need to reinvest in some pro plugs. I lost my pro pairs years ago.
I was so tempted to sneak a vid. It’s such a strange and wonderful place. The sound is so massive that it vibrates your organs, your clothing, your marrow. It pushes you over. The crowd is hardcore fans to cling the rail. Their ecstatic joy is palpable as they head bang and mouth ever lyric. The throb rocks the barriers. Hot chicks pop up like dandelions atop their boyfriends’ shoulders waving their phones like fronds in the wind, only to be trimmed back by pit crew with high intensity flashlights beaming in their new gleeful faces. The lights play on the distant structure at the back of the field in time. And the pyro buffets you with intense and forceful heat.
But we must stand at the ready like Buckingham palace guards, stoically among gargantuan bouncers, hard working camera crew and the occasional guest of the band. It’s been years since I’ve done any pit work. I’m not really fit for it anymore but honored to be positioned there again.
Shadow boxing the apocalypse