Yesterday garage/surf/rockabilly concert was fun!! Three bands outa four were actually very good! The first one was an instrumental 60’s psychedelic revival act, you know, hippiness, mid-eastern vibe, groovy as fuck, all that jazz (all that psych). The second band played some good ol’ rockabilly, dancey-dancey. The third played almost the same, only dirtier and with a more punkish edge. The fourth act sucked, they played rock standards with a guy shouting over them… Never, NEVER, NEVER play Smoke on the Water, okay? It’s just……. Grhhhh… It’s Smoke on the Water, damnit.
There were some drunk people fighting (they were too drunk to have a normal fight,. so they just messed around then kissed and confessed being in love with each other). Whatever. Even their fighting (oh, which took place on our legs) couldn’t ruin the thing!
Great gig. Rockabilly is concert music, real concert music. I mean, I don’t really listen to ‘billy at home, it just needs the atmosphere of a crowded, smoke-filled basement.
Oh, and in my dream I bought an electric guitar. First I was considering a blue Fender, but then settled for a green something (it looked cool). Also, there was a shop assistant guy who helped me.
I want an electric guitar (:
A little picture for my