Blind Willie Mctell.

So today I could be either be at a piss up in newtown cemetery which would be bound to be filled with interesting characters and the potential for good adventures, or at Frank Turner and seeing The Smith Street Band support but fuck. instead I’m sitting here broke out of my brain, not doing an essay that’s due on Monday which I haven’t started and to top it off I’m exhausted from mentally dancing around my room to ‘All Outta Angst’. That was fun though.

Who wants to join my anti-punk, punk band, we are going to deliver peoples mail, marry the church and skate and diffuse that guy whose a time bomb or whatever the fuck those dirty street urchins sing about.

I have no shame.

Wearing my NoFX southern cross wifebeater tomorrow no worries mate the one day when it’s actually acceptable.

So lets talk about No Sleep Till.
(OH YES THAT IN MY MOUTH IS THE DESCENDENTS ENCORE SETLIST TAKED FROM BILLS DRUMKIT, FUCK THE POLICE).
Yes, this is that inevitable post where I recount my fucking entire festival experience from the moment I arrive and you can’t be fucked to read it because you’re all deadbeat motherfuckers.
 
Got to the venue stood in the merch line for a good hour and missed majority of Me First and the Gimme Gimmies. Was worth it as you can see, I have acquired a Frenzal Rhomb Descendent parody “SHANE GOES TO TAFE” shirt.
Watched Frenzal, enjoyed Lindsays undercut and almost passed out from being too tired/having very little to drink.
PRETTY MUCH DID NOT LEAVE THE RED STAGE, HEY.
Dropkick Murphys where damn sick, word to your mother.
I GOT MYSELF EXPELLED FROM PUNX FOR GOING TO SEE GWAR OVER NOFX, sue me I’ve seen NoFX before and anticipated the setlist to be shite.
GWAR turned out to be quite possibly one of the most fucking mindblowing entertaining spectacles I have ever seen.

Oh okay here’s the best bit, The Descendents, they get their own fucking paragraph, watch out.
I don’t think that there is any other band in existence that represent my life in lyrical form moreso than The Descendents.
Watching them second from the barricade in the middle, shouting out the words to every song, holy fucking shit, got handed the setlist from Bills drums, reppin’.
Slowest train trip home passed the time playing a syllable game and discussing the colour green with Michael and Nic.
Got home @3, tired as fuck still now.

NoFX @ Gilman

El Hefe’s first show