gimme those fireworks

show of the year. maybe that's an overstatement, but ariel pink in denton was too fun. my best nights usually start with a glass or four of wine, and this one was no exception. already too drunk to drive, i volunteered to be the DD. man that kush shit had me sleepy, rollin' up 35, textin' but i ain't weavin.' superbligged scoured the FM airwaves for his anthem. we both lyin':

the set owned. the band was about a million times better/tighter than i would have expected, all LA session-types that you think are high except for the fact that they're killing it. kinda like seeing steely dan or something. it was 70's socal lite rock by way of david bowie with a dash of 80's metal, and it had everyone shakin'. seeing a bunch of sweaty kids on the stage reminded me why i love denton. vine declared it "the fountain of youth." no doubt. fuck all the haters. denton kicks ass.

the ride to and from was almost as fun. thanks to super-b for dj'ing the nastiest FM mix i've heard in 8 years. single, rusty cage, 2pac, gypsy, rick ross, NIN, rude boy, and baker street to name but a few. maybe the best monday night ever. thanks bros. i'm still laughing at:

"i won't drink anything at the show."

"cuz i'm single, yeah i'm single..."

"i'm out of red stripe."

"worst stage dive ever."

"they're $20 each."

"why can't you do both?"

"good to see your face."

"do you have a ride?"

"gimme those fireworks! gimme those fireworks!"

"who the fuck is larry hoover?"

"come here rude boy boy can you get it up?!"