It’s like the end of summer camp. You say goodbye to the bunkmates that you puked and did drugs with. It gets sentimental. Your heart swells to the size of a basketball, and you lose feeling in your left side. It’s our last day with Mika Miko, Gringo Star, and Sound Guy Martin Smitty. The guys go for some Vietnamese up the road, as a gaggle of girls dressed in denim arrive. Nat and Taka are at the forefront, of course. Not one to be leftout of uniformed endeavors, I find an over-sized denim shirt in our pile of free shwag, and I'm in.
During the show, the stage tech can't get the lights working properly; it takes about half the set to get it right. In retaliation, the crowd throws shoes towards the stage and fists towards each other. Ian can't stop breaking strings. It's before the encore and Joe goes missing. Arms and legs are flailing backstage.
It’s sweaty denim chaos outside when we load up, so we take a gang picture. All of the Americans are looking for trouble, so we head over to this former horse stable of a bar. It’s massive and 8 rooms long. Someone sneaks in the Jameson, and I play my best game of 8 ball. Cole goes missing. Liam Gallagher shows up, but I was blinded by the lack of lighting. The tunes were choice. Smitty’s girl picks up our sound man, while Nick GS kisses me goodbye. Mika Miko dog pile us, and I can't recall how the hell we got back to the van.
Probably drunk.
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