Every so often, I’ll put my hand into my box of memories and pull something out that brings back memories of a whole different time. A whole different me. That ticket stub up there, yeah, that brings back some old school memories.
It was 1998, I was 22 years old. Hell yeah, a total babe magnet. NOT! Me, my friend D, his girlfriend H, and some bitch friend of theirs I will call Angel pile in H’s Mitsubishi Mirage and head off for Atlanta. Along the way we pack quite a few bowls of some of the green, and by the time we get to Buckhead you could say we were stoned.
The line in was brisk, and soon we were inside. Let the Rolling Rock Beer flow. It was a great show, Sonic Youth belting out tune after tune. Kim Gordon was hot, lol. But where it get’s special for me was near the end of the concert. Sonic Youth asked for request, sweet right? Well people were yelling this title and that title, and then there was a lull in that yelling. At that very moment, when everyone was at their quietest, I yelled at the top of my lungs, “Death Valley 69!!!”. Thurston said something that I couldn’t distinguish, he probably called me an asshole for yelling so loud, but then they immediately played it. Hell yeah, I had been vindicated! Yeah Lydia Lunch wasn’t there, but it was great.
The concert soon ended, our energy quite spent we took the long drive back home, smoking a couple of bowls on the way of course. Ah memories!
Death Valley 69
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