Second week of classes and they’re going well so far. I liked all of them right away, so obviously I switched out of two of them to be in two others that I like even more! Actually I don’t know because I haven’t been to them yet, but the anticipation is overwhelmingly sweet. Or is it? Also, we are cat-sitting a cat named Sugar. She made herself at home very quickly, inviting herself into mine and Jessica’s beds the first night. What a floozy. When she was in my bed, Jessica goes: I think Sugar likes you as much as you like sugar. She’s a black cat so I have to be nice to her in case she’s really a witch. I’m not sure if that’s a real thing. Better safe than sorry.
But who cares about that stuff. The important part of my life is that I have friends in a band. Two bands actually. Eight friends. And tonight I saw them LIVE IN CONCERT!
Brutal Nun and The Derelicts/Crooked Eyes/Boobytrap/I’m just gonna stick with The Derelicts for now until they think of a better name, played at Party Expo where they have a practice space shared by an unknown number of mostly(exclusively?) young gentlemen who make music. It’s a beautiful thing, really. I used to invite myself to watch The Derelicts practice in the basement of our dorm a couple years ago, but since they moved to “the space” I haven’t seen them practice at all, and haven’t really asked about it. Now that I know where it is, however, let the lurking begin.
In any case, the band who opened for them was brave. By brave I mean the singer undressed himself before they even started playing, stripping down to just a bright green pair of panties. No one is really sure why. I had to be careful not to make eye contact with him when he decided to come into the audience, by which I mean maybe four people, and climb on things. I was nervous he would come too close. The girlfriend of a band-member seemed to be their biggest(only) fan, but she danced her heart out. It was an interesting contrast to see her moving in an almost seizure-like fashion right next to Luke who stood very still with his arms crossed. I wonder if they are the same species. Jessica and I decided she must be both very obligated and very dedicated.
So obviously this was a hard act to follow, but Brutal Nun pulled it off. I couldn’t really understand anything Sean was singing about but Anal Cream Pie is always a classic. The set was awesome and their fans (friends and classmates) showed their support by punching (groping) each other in the mosh pit (mosh pit). Not everyone moshed, though, because some of us value the intact quality of our bones. Connor looked adorable in his metal (is it even metal? It’s loud) band uniform—a polo and a baseball cap—and Brendan looked like a true rockstar with his long flowing locks framing his face as he lit up a cigarette immediately after they finished playing (which is what rockstars are known to do). Sean finished up nicely by wiping blood all over his face. Where did the blood come from? Who the fuck cares.
Then Booby Trap played (I dunno, I’ll let it sit with me for awhile) and were wonderful as always. I can’t mention details about them all because there are so many of them (five!) and also because I couldn’t really watch them closely as I had to keep an eye on the death pit in the front of the crowd in order to avoid it. Once Brutal Nun joined in, it became very dangerous. There was a lot of hugging, though, in that death pit. Also piggyback rides. And of course, pushing, but only, it seems, so they could separate and reunite once more in a violent and adrenaline-charged embrace. Adorable. Keep it away from me.
But enough about the bands. The best part of the night may very well have been the cat, which is probably deaf by now. It looked like a less sad, more realistic, but basically identical version of this:
