renee
Runnin' Free
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Post by renee on Oct 23, 2005 8:35:17 GMT
You pretty well nailed it, an hour and a half of pure sex coming from the amps is a great description. Karma.
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Post by vintagechic1251 on Oct 23, 2005 16:36:48 GMT
That ruled i felt like i was at one of their shows. wow i wanna go to one. "an hour and a half of pure sex" <---yess you got that one right. wow.
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Post by mystery girl on Oct 24, 2005 0:10:18 GMT
thank you. i was really apprehensive about posting it. That is how it is though, pure sex and then some more waiting. I guess it's been a week since i last saw them and i keep saying "i can't wait to see them again." Karma for you both.
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Post by Hold on to your kite on Oct 24, 2005 0:26:13 GMT
Wow, that was really awesome The first part describing the gig was perfect, it actually gave me shivers. And the last line just sums it up too, I totally remeber those feelings. KarmaI wish I could see them again soon
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Post by mystery girl on Nov 9, 2005 23:01:32 GMT
A buzz fills the air as you stand in line like cattle waiting to be ushered in. Only the feeling you get isn't fear, it's nervous excitement and wonder. you crossed state lines to get to this place. Once inside, you wait once more. The waiting never ends, but it's worth it. You wait through ethereal sounds and bouncy dream girls. You brave crowds filled with drunken girls and frat-house boys. "nach-ooo! Nach-yyyy!”, she slurs. This to you means, “Hey, hot guy, I’m drunk! Let’s do it!" When you think you can't take the "blue-eyed floozy" any longer, the lights go down and that familiar "requiem" sounds. "This is it”, you think, "The waiting is finally over". Close your eyes, take a deep breath. "CHEEECK" "CHEEECK 1-2" "CHEEECK 1-2-3" It's happened. Before you know it the song about the girl who has "got your pistol" is pounding through the air. Your feet have taken over. You’re singing every word at the top of your lungs. The Voice winks. Girls melt. The Kid bends backward. The crowd cheers. The Cousin plays with his oh-so-cool stance. Your ears ring. The Bearded-One gets stoned and still bangs the drums like only he can. You feel the beat in your chest. This is what you've braved plane rides, heavy luggage and long walks in strange cities for. One hour of pure sex sounding from the amplifiers. The Kid screams. The Voice slams down mics, nearly nailing guards in the head. They leave. You want more. People scream. You know what comes next: The Cousin dancing to the song about him, The Voice dropping to his knees, playing harder than you've ever seen him play before. "Slow Night, So Long", means more to you this time. It means, this day you've waited SO LONG for will soon be coming to an end. It means, the time to say So Long is soon to arrive. Before you know it, it’s over again. This time it’s for sure. Your night is not over yet. There’s still the after party. There’s always an after party.
The back bar's empty, but won't be for long. "Weren't you at the taco place?" she asks. "yeah, are you part of the family?" you ask in reply. They all say yes. Everyone's a Followill tonight. Everyone's proud of their hometown boys. You just want a chance to be in the same room as them. You're not looking for play. At least that's what you let everyone think. You wanna socialize with the boys you travelled so far to see. Good luck. So does every one else in the room. The "blue-eyed floozy" is back for round 2. She throws herself at him. He takes a shot. She talks in her drunken slur. He takes another. At the rate this is going, he's gonna be drunker sooner than he'd planned. He walks away, she calls after him. Your eyes follow as he leaves the room. Ol' blue-eyes has set her sights on the The Bearded-One now. There's no escaping her. She's the center of attention. It's not the kind of attention she wanted. Laughter fills the room. She'll be forgotten soon enough. Some one takes a picture. Everybody wants their picture this night. Your friends prod you into wanting one too. After several minutes of their insistance, you give in. You playfully ask The Cousin for a photo. He politely agrees. Part of you is a bit excited. The other part feels like a jerk for intruding. What's done is Done. The Kid is nowhere to be found. The Bearded-One is off with her. The Cousin's taking pictures with drunk peoples' trolls. You really only want the chance to talk to The Voice. You know you'll never get it. He's wanted by every one else in the room as well. You'll settle for silly conversations with drunken family members and familiar fans. This is the stuff that dreams are made of. If your dream is after parties with your favorite boys. The night is about to turn into 2 am, and that means last call. You gather your friends and belongings and head to the exits. This night was perfect, except for the conversation with Him, or lack there of. Before you leave, you have one more mission: say goodbye. This is the last time you'll see them for months. He gives you a hug and a kiss on the cheek. You leave with a bitter-sweet feeling. You're off to the real world where your time will be spent waiting for the Followills.
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katietill
Struttin' Now
shake what ya mama gave ya
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Post by katietill on Nov 10, 2005 1:08:18 GMT
DAMN!!! that was incredible.
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Post by mystery girl on Nov 10, 2005 1:59:03 GMT
thank you miss. i was afraid to post it and then it seemed like no one liked it so i think that's what made me take it down. i'm glad you three ladies liked it .
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princeofleon
Knocked Up
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Post by princeofleon on Nov 10, 2005 21:00:50 GMT
Thats fantastic, i am stealing some of it for a gig review, HA HAW
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natefc
Cold as a Grave
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Post by natefc on Nov 10, 2005 21:51:11 GMT
what show was that at...or just a generalization...sounds like hometown boys maybe nashville...... ?what venue what bar....
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Post by caroline, maybe on Nov 10, 2005 21:56:25 GMT
it's loosely based on the dallas show at the gypsy tea room
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Post by jerk123 on Nov 11, 2005 0:16:11 GMT
Thats the WEIRDEST thing I've ever read in my entire life. I think you have WAAAAAAAAAY too much time on your hands.
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Post by sianlouisa on Nov 11, 2005 1:47:50 GMT
Thats the WEIRDEST thing I've ever read in my entire life. I think you have WAAAAAAAAAY too much time on your hands. hey that was harsh. personally i thought it was really good as a piece of writing. keep it up.
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katietill
Struttin' Now
shake what ya mama gave ya
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Post by katietill on Nov 11, 2005 2:32:20 GMT
i love love love how it doesn't say their names... amazing!!
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Post by caroline, maybe on Nov 11, 2005 3:53:35 GMT
Thats the WEIRDEST thing I've ever read in my entire life. I think you have WAAAAAAAAAY too much time on your hands. didn't your mama ever teach you that if you can't say something nice, you shouldn't say anything at all?
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Post by jerk123 on Nov 12, 2005 20:45:46 GMT
Well you're right, perhaps that was a little harsh. But I wouldnt have to be so harsh, if that didnt suck my balls so hard.
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Post by mystery girl on Nov 12, 2005 23:17:44 GMT
thank you lovely ladies for defending me. that person is obviously trying to be mean or their screen name wouldn't have to do with being a jerk. I didn't write it because i'm obsessed or have too much time on my hands. i wrote it because i'd been getting asked about the show in dallas by a few people. I decided instead of giving the normal review, i'd try my hand at creative writing. The stuff i wrote in there was true i just tried to put a different spin on it. If you think it's weird that's fine because myself and someone else on here experienced that, so i guess you could say we were weird for having that experience. That's what life is: weird/fun/sad/crazy experiences. i was really apprehensive about posting it up here because i was afraid of getting comments from people like the one jerk123 posted. I'm sure you'll have some snappy come back to give me about how much you think it sucks, how much i suck, or something else and that's fine. This was written from the perspective of someone who's seen them a few times and i knew that true fans who have seen them could understand what i was trying to get across. Anyway, like it or not, it happened, i was there, i wrote it.
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Post by jerk123 on Nov 13, 2005 1:39:58 GMT
Wow you're lame. In addition I've seen them five time so I know the feeling, I just don't feel it in such a losery way.
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Post by mickey o'neil on Nov 13, 2005 4:01:54 GMT
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Post by mystery girl on Nov 13, 2005 4:34:11 GMT
if you want to get into a competition over who has seen them more times, i've got you beat at 8. Anyway, i'm sorry me and my losery ways are offending you. I mean, what was i thinking, writing this piece for people who i knew would appreciate it, really? Next time i think to express my self and my opinions, i'll consult you first. Again, i'm terribly sorry for being myself. really, get a life. If anyone has too much time on their hands it's you. Who goes on message boards and talks crap to people and then accuses them of being lame and having too much time on their hands? WE come on here to have fun discussing this band we love. I'm sure i speak for most of us, if not all when i say you shouldn't come here if your sole purpose is to be rude. It's not like you're hurting anyone's feeling, you're only making yourself look like an ass
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Post by mystery girl on Nov 13, 2005 4:34:36 GMT
sorry for the rant everyone
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