Thursday, February 26, 2009
it's strange how little things make an evening better. i had gone out to celebrate my friend's 21st birthday. the whole place was over the top, guys dressed in black with earpieces worked there, girls paid to stand on a platform to dance (no it wasn't a strip club) and over-priced alcohol with little to no actual alcohol in it. needless to say i left early. as i was walking back to my dorm three of my friends were outside playing guitar and just hanging out. that was probably the best part of the night, just sitting there talking and listening to them play.
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Isn't the real stuff the best stuff? I think that's what bothered me so much about Klosterman's book. None of what he writes about is real. Sitting around playing guitar with friends and talking about stuff is real...no script, no agenda, no social experiments - just being.
ReplyDeleteWas this Bar Charlotte, by any chance? :)
ReplyDeleteAh, Suite. Haven't been, but I'm kind of curious to be honest. I think I'd rather stick with the guitar and hanging out, though. Sounds good!
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