Post by milacamila on Apr 9, 2007 15:57:11 GMT
Hi everyone!!
I don't know if any of use to read Albert Hammond, Jr Tour Diary on My Space (I do, it's funny: www.myspace.com/alberthammondjr), but the last one was a Kings of Leon "episode". Here's just a piece of it, since Marc (the autor) writes a lot...I put everything related to Albert and his band in Nashville, but the story is on the 2º paragraph
Man, you know what was awesome?? On March 18th, 2007 I turned 23 years old. We were in Nashville, Tennessee. Matt and Albert were my partners in crime that night, as they organized an intimate but majorly crazy birthday party on our bus, where we were joined by our oldest (literally) friends the Mooney Suzuki. By the end of the night, most of us had drunk enough to kill a small horse, or at least enough to get that same horse to streak across a high school cafeteria. We were standing on the furniture singing on the verge of tears, "Don't Stop Believing". What a collection of assholes indeed. At one point, a huge basket of candy was poured out on my head. I picked up all the pieces of candy though…then Matt dumped it out again. "Happy birthday, Marc," he said as a million Reese's Peaces Penis Butter Cups fell through the air like Skittles in Skittles commercials.Early the next morning, Josh and Rebekkah boarded the bus…Take it, Josh? Josh: Thanks, Marc. My first thought was, "Oh no!! Someone broke into the bus and trashed it. Then I saw an ipod lying around, and I KNEW that it had to have been some kind of wild animal that had gotten in through the window!!" Some kind of wild animal is right. I awoke to a text message from our tour manager that our bus had been trashed. When I walked on the bus, there was a carpet…and then another carpet of soiled candy on top of it. At the time, I had no recollection of the previous night. Just the empty feeling of another year gone by, and trouble sitting down.
That night, after an "afternoon" of r&r and M&M's, we went over to visit our friends The Kings of Leon at their farm right outside the city. They barbecued some of the tastiest steaks that we've ever had. They also set up a campfire, around which we sat and drank and told stories. Then Caleb, Jared, and Nathan persuaded everyone to "Followill" them into the woods, where they led us to a graveyard. Caleb used his flashlight against his face to freak people out, but most people were already scared because, well, we were in a graveyard in the woods at 2 am, and not in a New York City bar. I lost my camera case.
The following few days were an exercise in keeping ourselves entertained. We filled up our time with extremely competitive games of Whiffle Ball. Josh Lattanzi proved to be, how can I put it? INSANE. No, I'm just kidding. But he just wouldn't quit trying to peg people out. But he kept missing, and then the person would get a home run. I mean, that's just not good whiffle ball. Of course, he can pitch better than a tent. He's such a good pitcher, that he could hold a gallon of iced tea. He is also, by no means a "belly-itcher," despite Mooney Suzuki's Graham Tyler's amusing, if a bit insensitive, taunting
BTW, Marc always writes funny comments and creates new words (one of the tour diary, he was a little Albertless...), in this one, I loved the verb "followill"
regards!
(and sorry if this had been posted...I don't think so, but...)
I don't know if any of use to read Albert Hammond, Jr Tour Diary on My Space (I do, it's funny: www.myspace.com/alberthammondjr), but the last one was a Kings of Leon "episode". Here's just a piece of it, since Marc (the autor) writes a lot...I put everything related to Albert and his band in Nashville, but the story is on the 2º paragraph
Man, you know what was awesome?? On March 18th, 2007 I turned 23 years old. We were in Nashville, Tennessee. Matt and Albert were my partners in crime that night, as they organized an intimate but majorly crazy birthday party on our bus, where we were joined by our oldest (literally) friends the Mooney Suzuki. By the end of the night, most of us had drunk enough to kill a small horse, or at least enough to get that same horse to streak across a high school cafeteria. We were standing on the furniture singing on the verge of tears, "Don't Stop Believing". What a collection of assholes indeed. At one point, a huge basket of candy was poured out on my head. I picked up all the pieces of candy though…then Matt dumped it out again. "Happy birthday, Marc," he said as a million Reese's Peaces Penis Butter Cups fell through the air like Skittles in Skittles commercials.Early the next morning, Josh and Rebekkah boarded the bus…Take it, Josh? Josh: Thanks, Marc. My first thought was, "Oh no!! Someone broke into the bus and trashed it. Then I saw an ipod lying around, and I KNEW that it had to have been some kind of wild animal that had gotten in through the window!!" Some kind of wild animal is right. I awoke to a text message from our tour manager that our bus had been trashed. When I walked on the bus, there was a carpet…and then another carpet of soiled candy on top of it. At the time, I had no recollection of the previous night. Just the empty feeling of another year gone by, and trouble sitting down.
That night, after an "afternoon" of r&r and M&M's, we went over to visit our friends The Kings of Leon at their farm right outside the city. They barbecued some of the tastiest steaks that we've ever had. They also set up a campfire, around which we sat and drank and told stories. Then Caleb, Jared, and Nathan persuaded everyone to "Followill" them into the woods, where they led us to a graveyard. Caleb used his flashlight against his face to freak people out, but most people were already scared because, well, we were in a graveyard in the woods at 2 am, and not in a New York City bar. I lost my camera case.
The following few days were an exercise in keeping ourselves entertained. We filled up our time with extremely competitive games of Whiffle Ball. Josh Lattanzi proved to be, how can I put it? INSANE. No, I'm just kidding. But he just wouldn't quit trying to peg people out. But he kept missing, and then the person would get a home run. I mean, that's just not good whiffle ball. Of course, he can pitch better than a tent. He's such a good pitcher, that he could hold a gallon of iced tea. He is also, by no means a "belly-itcher," despite Mooney Suzuki's Graham Tyler's amusing, if a bit insensitive, taunting
BTW, Marc always writes funny comments and creates new words (one of the tour diary, he was a little Albertless...), in this one, I loved the verb "followill"
regards!
(and sorry if this had been posted...I don't think so, but...)
