I’m hot, wet and half naked, so you know what that means. Time to blog down memory lane.
Last week we talked about the show, and how Vince came to terms with his latent hederosexuality.
This week we dive into the green room at La Maison.
“I’m in a band because I give no fucks about eating” laughed Norescue’s charismatic lead singer, Joseph Cassis. A skinny man with a grin that made up 80% of his head.
We were swapping war stories from the road, dying of laughter.
Joe told tale after tale of his band’s adventures, including a time when he puked into the mic onstage and the venue forced him to pay for a new one, yet refused to give him the one he vomited on. “I DIDN’T EVEN GET TO KEEP IT!...I PAID FOR IT”.
At another point, our drummer, Nicky Sunshine (aka Peanut, aka Hey Nicky You’re So Fine) said, “I wear sweaters so my ribs don’t show”. He then stared out the window as a single tear rolled down his oh so skinny face (authors note: for the mere price of 1 coffee a day you can send money to Nick so that he can smoke more weed and forget his flat ways).
Once the jokes were over, the guys moved the furniture to the corners of the room and got down to some serious bare knuckle boxing, or was it a circle jerk, or did we just go outside for smokes?...Can’t remember.
Anyway this was a pretty wholesome post as far as this blog goes, 666, hail Satan.