You missed it. You stayed at home. You don't have an excuse as to why you weren't there to cut through the thick clouds of cigarette smoke and anxiety. Frank Booth mashed electro-noise rock and we found the only answer to the tightening in our chests was to move closer. Our tympanum collapsed and stayed marked with the creases you find in recycled tinfoil and can never iron out.
Justice Yeldham took the stage and pressed his face against glass. Pushed until it broke, pushed until blood coloured his beard, pushed until we pushed back and the moment collapsed as he smashed the last pane over his head.
Then silence.
Then applause and we jumped and we hollered. We were cowboys' children with no manners and proud for the ringing in our ears.
We've been waiting to ask you, "where the fuck have you been?"
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Yeah dude. I looked through Tea's pictures from that party (it's Tea, right?) and wow. That looked like quite the event. Edgy. Wild. Over the top. Awesome.
Also, that was probably the most bizarre musical (?) performance I've ever seen in my life. I'm not even sure what to say about it. I liked his belt.
That event was truly preposterous...and the performance itself is...well bizarre...but inspiring at the same time. I've never seen so much emotion go into an instrument.
...fantastic
did you catch this his belt is made of distortion pedals for a guitar? The pickup on the glass is patched through all of them
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