the bleeding heart show

great times, shitty picture.

the standard people were there...the group in front that knew every word to every song (tragic) pumping their teenbeat fists in the air to every smack of the bass drum (again, no other word but tragic)...pre-pubescent man/boy-mustaches & dried up old dudes...the groupie, whose whole existence is for this one moment-being with the band that defines their identity...

the couples-girl in front, guy in back, his arms wrapped around her while they collectively close their eyes & sway to the melody (at a rock concert, this can prove especially lame-go to sarah mclachlan, tools, or stay @ home & watch the jt special on hbo...geesh)

bearded guys from oregon, web 2.0 posse, the button-ups, aka "oxfords" (NOT gay, they are quick to inform you), angry lesbians, the assailants-with-a-heart (& a tattoo to prove it)...

the whole gang.