place: SOLID SOUND STUDIOS

year: 2006

shirt worn: deftones

type of show: local

bands:

the imagine

a fragile line

KILLIK

SHARDS OF MAY

And Then It Happened

went with: Brian Hession & Bleak

show was: fucking rediculous

entry:

Well, it was the last the day of winter break of twelfth grade. First of all, the imagine is a local band from New York. They found me on my space. One day they posted a bulletin saying that they were going on an East Coast tour and they needed a place to play in Florida for 1/8 & 1/9. So, let's just say, I helped get them on this show in a way (using what I've learned from John Cuilla so far). I thought it would only be polite to show up. Thusly, I took an epic adventure down to Pompano. This was one of those shows where the ride to the show ended up being slightly more fun the actual show itself. Here's how it worked. My mom drove me, Brian, & Bleak (our black friend really named Rasean) down to the Boyton Mall so I could hang out with Alena for two hours. Alena is now my girlfriend by the way. So, for two hours, me, Alena, Brian, & Bleak walked around the mall watching me hump stuff and whatever.  We had fun. Tes was elsewhere in the mall with her new boyfriend. Then at 4:00 I kissed Alena goodbye and then me, Brian, & Bleak got on the bus to go to the TRI-RAIL station. We were the only people on the bus besides A MILLION SHORT HIGH-PITCHED-VOICED SKATER BOYS WHOSE BALLS HAVE NEVER DROPPED AND WHOSE DICKS HAVE NEVER SEEN THE LIGHT OF DAY BUT THEY TRY TO ACT COOL ANYWAYS..........anyways........... So, we get to the train station. The cop shows us how to buy our tickets. So, we do. We wait around for forty minutes (all of which I had to piss) for the train to come. We got on the train and sat up stairs. It seriously took like ten minutes to get to Pompano, rock on trains! So, we get off the train realizing that no one checked our tickets and that we could have had a free train ride if we were fortune tellers. So, then we went to Checkers, cause I was hungry and it was like next to the train station. It was real good.  So, from that area we walked two and a half miles to SOLID SOUND STUDIOS. It was quite the journey. We were being attacked by savage beasts (bugs), wounded by magic (car fumes), taunted by fellow warriors (bastard Mike who didn't stop to give us a ride), directed by ghosts (well, that part's real, promise) and patronized by zombies (bums and prostitutes). Get the picture? It really wasn't a bad walk. I'm not being sarcastic, it really was fun. We knew we found the venue when I spotted the adult video store that I remember being next door. Since the show hadn't started yet, I bet you can guess where we went to kill time. I didn't even get a boner once. That place was pretty funny. My first time being in one of those things (obviously since I've only been 18 for like four or five months). I've never seen so many objects shaped out of cocks and tits in my life. So, we get into the show when it starts. And Then It Happened was on first. They fucking rocked. Then SHARDS OF MAY got on. They were alright. KILLIK got on, they were fucking awesome as hell. One kids was dancing in the pit with a football helmet on and another kid was dancing with a mail shirt on. It was real too. After their set some kid in a green hat asked me if I was the singer of Bloodsoaked Glory. I told him no but I'm good friends with them and that he probably just saw me with them when they played there at the last MESSAGE IN BLOOD show. The kids said his name was Jarred. We got into a conversation and it turns out that he's the other guy who booked the show. So, once we realized we were in business we shook hands and introduced our friends and shit. I told him I was in the process of learning how to be a concert promoter and he said if I needed I could go to him for screen printing. He's also one of the singers in a fragile line. He decided to have his band go on last so that people would stick around for the imagine since no one in South Florida knows them and they need gas money and food money and what not. the imagine had driven straight there from Atlanta, Georgia. They took the stage and rocked that shit. They did really fuckin good. They were one of the only bands there that wasn't grindcore. I talked to the singer after they were done. a fragile line was also sick as fuck. My new friend Jarred is qite the screamer actually. When the show was over I hung out with the imagine and made sure they realized that I'm Super Finch from my space. lol .Then I introduced Brian and Bleak to the guys. They were real nice to us. They were real happy we dig their stuff and that we came took car --> bus --> train --> foot to see them. So, my step dad was nice enough to drive all the way down to Pompano to pick us up.