In H.I.M. We Trust
H.I.M. show last night, pops and I got dressed up to look like bad muthafuckas, although I was feelin kinda downshifted that I couldn’t find any dark eye makeup or black silks to put on :/. But its all bueno cause my dad went the whole night with his shirt tucked in. I tried to rep the heartagram as hard as I could, but once we got there it looked like everyone else had beet me to the repping..lotta skinny white guys in tiny black H.I.M. shirts. Whatever though man, pops and me…we was rockin. Doors opened at 7:00, show started at 8:00 with these guys, kinda reminded me of the puppet things that sing at Chuckie Cheeses, except they weren’t as talented and they didn’t have skee-ball :P. They were pretty bad and no one clapped so he ended his set early and ran for cover backstage before his mechanical bandmates were massacred by the sea of scrawny goth kids with mythical daggers and demons blood could get to em. Second act, Program the Dead kicked a good amount of ass, some clean guitar licks and the singer could wail. They had a couple good tunes, I liked this one in particular so click it to download it.
9:48, the lights go out, purple and pink lights illuminate the stage and you could see the bigass heartagram logo being pulled down from the raptors as if it were a gift from hay-zeus himself! And there stood Ville Valo in all his glory…They opened with “Buried Alive by Love” which blew me away, and than every song jus got better and better, Ville’s voice seemed to stretch from Shaq to Cher, yeh man, he’s jus that damn good. The keyboard guy thought he was hot shit since he could play everything with one hand, Linde tore his axe up like a hobo anda ham sammich! All the riffs were heavy and full of metal goodness, good ol fasion Finnish metal man, thats what its all about…love metal.
So needless to say the show was a damn good one, if H.I.M. ever comes to your city or redneck town I strongly suggest throwin down the twenty bucks or whatever currency rednecks use to pick up a pair of tickets for you and your livestock.
Earlier that day I went grocery shoppin with my mutha, something I have not done in a buncha weeks, months maybe. Went at like 2 in the afternoon so I still had the pillow imprint on my head and slippers on my nakedass feet. Oh did I mention it was safeway? Cause it was.. Anywhoo, all the shoppin around for milk and cereal got me jonesin for a bigass sammich to consume with my bigass mouth. I strut over to the deli and ask the gent for a sammich to satisfy my He-Man hunger, so what does he charge me 5.99 for? How bout this pussified excuse for a turkey sammich, I mean…jus look at this, now this could mean two things…1. I have a VERY white hand, or 2. Safeway makes the most pussified sandwiches ever that don’t even taste good. The End.