Okay, so we went back to Houseasaurus. If you were there, you'd realize this statement holds more than meets the eye. I should just stop here. Because most of you missed out. So I'm not gonna tell you about it, I'm gonna give you every freakin' awesome detail.
We arrived to the sound of wood being chopped in the backyard and the smell of spicy stir fry, famished from the drive knowing we'd be fed all too well when we reached our destination. Lounging on the electro-blasting front porch, we finally made the acquaintance of Telethon not knowing how close we would become in the next few hours. Dinner: amazing. We immediately busted into the two cases of Yeungling we purchased from the distributor (one of many bizarre Pennsylvania liquor laws) and scarfed down a meal after the blare of a bicycle horn.
"I thought you guys didn't cook communal meals on the weekend?"
"We like to make exceptions."
This place is way too cool.
Visitations started up the night, a one-man band that was 50% folk singer, 25% electronic weirdo and 75% awesome dude to play songs around the campfire with. Yeah, that's 150% dude. At this point in the night, there were about 30 people downstairs, putting the first coat of sweat and beer on the vividly painted basement walls and I began to smell the human zoo congregating.
Running outside howling "HOLY SHIT! TELETHON'S STARTING! SWEET GAWD ALMIGHTY, IT'S STARTING! GET YER ASSES DOWNSTAIRS, YER GONNA MISS THIS CRAZY SHIT!" and the like, I played my own small part of creating one of the most insanely congested basements in the northeast. They rocked. So hard they blew the circuit breaker three times. We rocked. They rolled. So much that people ended up on the floor. We rolled. Some kid was crowd surfing through the foot of space available in the shallow concrete space. Our merch box almost suffered severe destruction. If you don't check these guys out, you probably serve no purpose to humanity.
To put it briefly, these guys can play.
We get on and everything became blurry, well mostly strobed since someone shut off all the the lights and gave everyone seizures. My pedals were off and on, cables unplugged and re-plugged, beers knocked over and the mosh pit raged until we blew the breaker as well. In the middle of our theme song. Joe kept playing and everyone in the basement began screaming like idiots. I was home.
About six beers later, we were requested to do an encore, only to find that it wasn't the breaker, we broke the entire outlet system in the basement. Telethon and the Tapeworms, two great tastes that fuck shit up real good.
Somewhere in the mess of people leaving and being kicked out, Matt took some molly and I ended up cuddling him on the porch because all he was saying was, "So cold . . . so cold . . ."
I awoke to the taste of a dirty bomb in my throat, yet a sense of pride and success in my heart. Choking down some apple juice, I swore to never do this again knowing good and well that the road goes on forever . . . and the party never ends.
=Alex
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