The last 16 minutes of last evening, drunk watching divided sky was as much fun a man can have with a computer. If tickets to the reunion tour went on sale last night I would mail order the entire thing with the Doniac Schvice order form from Blacksburgs post office. The wind blows high.
Drums space is a bore. Brown eyed woman is for real joe.
The scene is Hampton 1995, the Coliseum (aka the spaceship). The band Phish is in the midst of one of its first (if not THE first, I don't remember...I will consult the hpb) rotation jams. This means the members of the band are rotating to each others instruments and jamming out. I mean REALLY jamming out. The crowd is rivited. Earlier in the evening one of B Nic's really good friends Cory Sheridan did his best Ken Kessey and ate as many psychedelics as he could. I'm talking acid, mushrooms, the works. Well, during this rotation jam everything "kicked in" and it literally floored B's friend Corey. He fell over like Vlade Divac during a touch foul. Almost everyone in the vicinity was concerned....almost. Strangers in the vicinity began to tap on the back of B Nic's shoulder knowing full well that they were together...or so they thought. "Hey" they said "hey somethings wrong with your friend". Noticeably put out by the interuption, as he was tuned into phishtory, b turns to see his friend cory laying on the ground. As the onlookers urged B to take his friend to get help B Nic proceeded to shake his head and make hand motions indicating that not only was he not going to be helping in this situation but that he may, in fact, not ever had laid eyes on this man before. This story ended well as Cory was ok, order was restored, and B Nic didn't miss but a moment of music.
Thats love, priorities a little askew, but thats love.
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Sure haven't heard much from ol' nick ross in a while, huh? I'm sure he's doin it real big tho...real talk son.
Bet.
whats neater? treys hair or mikes vest?
Trey's hair AND oversized t shirt
i think those are zubaz pants too
or skidz...
the synchronized jumping is sick, brah
The last 16 minutes of last evening, drunk watching divided sky was as much fun a man can have with a computer. If tickets to the reunion tour went on sale last night I would mail order the entire thing with the Doniac Schvice order form from Blacksburgs post office. The wind blows high.
Drums space is a bore. Brown eyed woman is for real joe.
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drums>space once led bnicfromthehometownclique to leave a show early and trade is dasheekee for more n2o.
ahhhhhh B Nic story's! God's gift. I got one.
The scene is Hampton 1995, the Coliseum (aka the spaceship). The band Phish is in the midst of one of its first (if not THE first, I don't remember...I will consult the hpb) rotation jams. This means the members of the band are rotating to each others instruments and jamming out. I mean REALLY jamming out. The crowd is rivited. Earlier in the evening one of B Nic's really good friends Cory Sheridan did his best Ken Kessey and ate as many psychedelics as he could. I'm talking acid, mushrooms, the works. Well, during this rotation jam everything "kicked in" and it literally floored B's friend Corey. He fell over like Vlade Divac during a touch foul. Almost everyone in the vicinity was concerned....almost. Strangers in the vicinity began to tap on the back of B Nic's shoulder knowing full well that they were together...or so they thought. "Hey" they said "hey somethings wrong with your friend". Noticeably put out by the interuption, as he was tuned into phishtory, b turns to see his friend cory laying on the ground. As the onlookers urged B to take his friend to get help B Nic proceeded to shake his head and make hand motions indicating that not only was he not going to be helping in this situation but that he may, in fact, not ever had laid eyes on this man before. This story ended well as Cory was ok, order was restored, and B Nic didn't miss but a moment of music.
Thats love, priorities a little askew, but thats love.
love is blind
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