I challenge Jimmie’s Chicken Shack, Marcy Playground, or Everclear to share this headline on their socials with no explanation.
But if you do want an explanation, all these bands are 90’s nostalgic. And I spent half the nineties as a sperm, so what am I supposed to yearn for? It’s either that or summer camp. Which, actually, was the other thing I did yearn for.
In an era of wars, whether with planes trains and pagers or lawsuits and threats, it was nice to be transported back to the times where the most stressful thing in my life was getting to the egg first. Or not getting stung by that bee at summer camp, one of the two.
Walking into the venue and seeing people of all ages, I had no idea I would feel like I was back in college at a house party. But I did. A college house party where the dads were playing live music while the kids got wasted and fucked, because these are cool dads. These weren’t 62 year old pricks who yearn for the days where they could beat their wives.
No. Tonight’s entertainment was provided by dads who bring you a selection of weed and condoms because you’re gonna get high and fuck regardless so they may as well make sure you’re safe.
That’s what tonight was. A nostalgia fest that reminded me of every part of my life. From being the best sperm, to being the worst asshole at camp, to being that awkward fucker at the party in college, all the best parts of my past were somehow felt tonight thanks to the dad’s I wish threw parties when I was in school.
It was also weird seeing a heavier first responder presence here than at any metal show I’ve been to. What the fuck people? What the fuck. You must have been total fucking assholes in the 90’s, huh?
Don’t forget – I have new merch! I’m also on the Fediverse! I have no idea how it works, but no one can ban me so what the fuck ever.
