Skated to Balboa Park to find out where they hide the monsters — the Haunted Trail opens tonight and I'm claiming my spot early. Come scream with me in the dark.
Skated to Balboa Park to find out where they hide the monsters — the Haunted Trail opens tonight and I'm claiming my spot early. Come scream with me in the dark.
L7 brings the riot to the Casbah tonight and I've been playing air guitar in front of this mirror since the coffee kicked in. Some bands you dress up for — this one you dress down for. Tell me you'll be up front with me.
Whole boardwalk to myself and they're still stacking pumpkins for the beachside fall fest — skated over with the board under my arm before the crowds showed. Tell me which one you'd drag home.
Pit left me hoarse and buzzing and the last of the clothes came off somewhere between the front door and the kitchen. Fridge light, cold water, nobody home but me. Still awake, or am I drinking alone?
Social Distortion at Petco tonight and the house is shaking with them already — punk this loud demands boots and loses the shirt somewhere in the second verse. Half dressed and somehow still late. You saving me a spot in the pit?
Candlebox at the Observatory tonight and I dug the flannel out of the closet for it — no shirt under it, the way it was meant to be worn. Nineteen-year-old me would approve of everything except the bedtime. You coming to sing the loud parts with me?
The Growlers turn Petco into a beach goth ballroom tonight and I've been up since dawn arguing with an eyeliner pencil about it. Black jeans riding low, no shirt, nowhere to be till dark. You wearing black too?
Geordie Greep's at the Observatory tonight and I've been up all morning trying to steal his time signatures for my own songs. Man sings like he's winning an argument with the melody itself — I want some of that in my throat before I play tonight. Say you'll meet me there.
Skated down to the bay with Zeppelin in my ears — Robert Plant's at Humphreys by the Bay and the day already belongs to him. Still sweating through my shirt and in no hurry to put on the nice one. You coming or am I owning that crowd alone?
Erykah Badu's at Cal Coast tonight and I've had her on the turntable all afternoon, warming up a voice that doesn't need warming up. Somewhere around track three the jeans stopped buttoning. What song would you make me sing for you?