Posies. rocked. pretty low turnout for such a fucking fantastic band. they rocked our asses off, though. never thought a band i turned on to with their jangle-pop Dear 23 record would rock that fucking hard.
seriously, they fucking WENT OFF LIKE BERSERK FREAKS.
Ken Stringfellow grabbed Holly and i out of nowhere (“I saw you two out front smoking!” – actually, he’d passed right by us as we were making out) and dragged us over to the bass player Matt Harris (also of opener Oranger) & some mates, introducing us as “J & H Productions.”
i coulda creamed my goddamn shorts.
got autographs of all four current members.
will post later in more detail.
my car in shop; grandfather’s car bugged out electronically & died horrifically just as we got onto I-70 out of Columbus (all gauges failed simultaneously, then all lights off in fast lane with semis a-gogo just behind us in the next two lanes!) …had to get lift from dad back into Dayton. got home ~5am, went to work as scheduled at 8am. :/
and now, blissful sleep. i could dream all day.
