Please pass the NyQuil and kleenex box. The Front has been sick over the past 10 days. You'd figure 10 days would be an ample amount of time to ingest a virus, take appropriate measures to combat it and enjoy success, but the amount of soot in the air combined with changes in weather have suppressed our bodies immune systems from working as efficiently as usual. Either that, or this is one bad ass virus all up in my business.
Halloween weekend was fun. We all drank too much beer and played an outdoor show last Saturday. We suffered through some technical difficulties but it was an enjoyable experience to play guitar in a clown costume nonetheless. Kelly and Nick were convincing "hit-and-run victims" that even Jesus couldn't bring back to life.
Hopefully, we'll roll our sleeves up and kick some viral ass this week. Then we'll get back to our activity of the moment: writing. For now, I leave you all with this video that we've been captivated by for the past week. R Kelly manages to sincerely tap into the mentality of a young American male in the midst of a dispute with his difficult lady friend. The moral of this song: Buy non-flammable clothing.
God bless you R Kelly. Thanks for keeping shit real.
3 comments:
i wish you would burn my motherfucking clothes.
i wish you would burn my motherfucking clothes.
Yeah, blame it on a virus rather than the constant party rock star lifestyle :) Ok, Michael as a clown was scarier than Kelly and Nick's costumes combined . . . conjures up "It" images. Were there balloon involved as well?
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