I took another drive to Bmore to the Sonar Club with Hugh. Man this place is easy to get to, has descent prices for tix and good bands. The doors cracked at 8pm. With 45 min to kill, we stepped on over to Hammerjacks for a couple of cold ones. Back inside. First opening band...Bullets and Octane. Never heard of them or had a clue what they played. After 35min I was digging them. I want to hear their studio lp. Live wise they rocked. The singer had a swagger like Ian Astbury of The Cult. Hard drums, thick guitars, vocals like Danzig/Cult/STP sort of? Second band. The Dead 60's. Like a corpse that was buried in the 60's and rotting to nothing. This bands music stinks as such. These guys should be opening up the Dave Matthew's Band or like that. More painful than masturbating with a cheese grater folks... By default I'll go to see a band and enjoy their music, feel the music and with my diluted past of guitar playing; I enjoy watching what instruments they're pla
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