...for a Friday. Believe it or not, I got the link from a stay at home mom.
Boy, that brought old memories flooding back. I was working security for a major label band once...for some reason I got work like that a lot...and the band was rockin out, and the spots were sweeping the stage and the crowds, and some redneck asshole (is there any other kind?) chucked a partially full bottle of Jack Daniels from out somewhere in the crowd and I saw it whickering and glittering through the spots and calculated its trajectory and saw that some drunk chick was gonna catch it right in the face so I reached up and caught it.
Several people in the crowd saw it, and the drunk chick looked at me goggle-eyed. I had just made a bottle of whiskey magically appear in my hand. Well, I had been drinking backstage with the band and other staff, plus, I didn't want to suck down some redneck's backwash, so I just handed it to her.
That kind of weird shit has gone on all my life.
The lyrics in this song speak to me. Of me. And somebody on Kim du Toit's blog called me 'anti-social' in the comments to a post. Piffle and Pishposh, can you believe that. Me, anti-social?
I was, quite frankly, stunned.