The Stoned Poet

 It's tuesday night, I'm fresh out of work and in the far confines of my mind lies one thought, the mates from Shirehead are playing at Hemisphere Gauche, the place where freaks and geeks meet up to collaborate on spewing beer all over the place while speaking unsortable words and phrase.  By nine o'clock I'm at the venue, as I walk, I pass by Chris, the bassist of Truck Violence, he's in a great discussion with someone about life and alls it's underlying meaning. I choose wisely to let em' be reminding myself that The Beatles would've done the same. As I turn the corner to enter the venue, there's Jeremy the drummer of Shirehead and of TrouNoir. We've known each other for a while, he records artist under the name of  Subriver Records for anyone looking to record mix or master their works. Tonight he's a drummer that's all, he's there to have the time of his life! Inside, I pull out money from that 2'50 FEE atm which indeed get...

 I came in it was a tad late, everlasting traffic and wild wonders kept me drifting along my way to the church. Last time I went to a church I was thrown out because I'd graffitied in a bible. Obscene I was called and so was the show I was on my way to see. A release show for Truck Violences album called Violence. With my head shaved my scrambled beard and my tired arms, I could only hope their would be violence to stir me up. I came there with a friend and of course I found others from bad objection, Sigil Grove and more attending the night. You knew it was going to be a nighter because every local band was there to witness astounding performances and maybe learn a thing or two about giving a good show. What I didn't know was how hot and physical this night would end up being. At my arrival Evergreen start and their performance is dazzling. The classic grunge posture of Matteo the singer fighting with his guitar is at the rendez vous, Hans the bassist is just grooving loosel...