Old English in Gainesville

When you’re relaxing after your band’s set, played to a crowd of three, by listening to a heavy-metal band made up of dejected high-school dropouts lifted from a Mountain Goats’ song (with a crowd approximately 33% larger than yours), and the bum who didn’t pay cover climbs onto the stage to flap his arms to the music before he is guided from the stage by the soundman and then ushered out by the doorguy, you’d better keep an eye on your malt liquor is all I’m sayin’.

Posted by Scott-san on 07/13 at 11:52 AM
 
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