It's not a show till you get beer spilled on you

[p0tat0es]

veganguy and I went and saw Moral Crux at Stella's in Georgetown this evening. Neither one of us had really spent any time in Georgetown, and the directions we had were shite. But we found it. There's nothing else on the street it's on, save for Industrial Coffee, which also had a show going on. Anyhoo, we get there, and the place was full of punk poseurs (some admittedly good looking poseurs [posettes?])...people who looked like they had spent all afternoon getting their mohawks just right. Yawn. The first band went something like this: "REVOLUTION - REVOLUTION - ANARCHY - ANARCHY - YADDA YADDA YADDA HEY". Real convincing, that, coming from the mouth of some babyfaced kid playing a $2,500 cherry red Gretsch. Feh. The second band (The Gloryholes) was about 100 times better, and more fun, and did only a fraction of the posturing. They were fun, silly, and had no apparent message with which to bludgeon us. Finally Moral Crux came on, and they played some fast pop punk songs that, coming from any other band, I'd hate, but I remember seeing flyers for these guys' shows when I was in the 8^th grade. They might play the same song over and over again, but they've been doing it for waaaaaay longer than any of those TRL chumps.

OK. Tired. From band practice, and the show.


Time to clock some Z's.