i've been flogged

(come on, puking with no food in your stomach? what's the point of that?) anyway...

i <3 flogging molly. met them at the greywhale exchange in slc then attended the concert they put on at redfest at the university of utah.

one note to the lame punked out teenager full of angst and tragedy: your mom called, she wants you home right now.

seriously. you think i'm kidding?

i like a fair amount of punk music, however, and this direct from the sore thumb's mouth:

those of you who use it as part of your "i'm the only victim this world has ever seen" routine, you are, SURPRISE!, not unique. but you will not learn that lesson young grasshopper till later and all i'll have is the satisfaction of knowing i was right.

and i'm comfortable with that.


shout out to j.b. for the tip off about the greywhale where i actually was able to sit outside and chat with the accordion player for a few minutes about the historical context of some of the music.

yeah i'm 3/4 nerd and fuckin' proud.