This is going to be so badass! Tickets are on sale today for Fun Fun Fun Fest! Check out the line-up, it's pretty solid. I will probably live and die by the Black stage - X (fucking love Exene), Against Me!, Refused, The Briefs, Turbonegro, Riverboat Gamblers, Dwarves, Valient Thorr, just to name a few. I do plan to venture off to see some other notables like: Run DMC (duh - It's Like That!), Santigold, David Cross and some others, but you can find my dead, drunk carcass adjacent to the Black stage. Bring me a water, please.
It seems like there is a little bit of everything to wet your whistle. I did see that De La Soul is on the list. There's a funny story with my memory with De La Soul from my youth. When I was in elementary school, I remember being in gym class with my Cross Colors shirt.
You all remember this shit, right? Or, did I just date myself? Anyway, I was sitting on the bleachers with my cool Cross Colors shirt, hanging with friends. When I started to feel a twinge of discomfort. I don't know what happened, or why I waited so long to go to the restroom, but I fucking vomited all over my shorts, the bleachers, and most importantly, my prized Cross Colors shirt. Mortified. I remember that fucking song, "Me, Myself, and I" playing in the gym and it traumatized me. After that, you know how you had to go to the nurse to get a change of clothes? Well, I had to wear some grimy sweatpants and over sized Astros T-shirt until my Mom could bring me a new pair of clothes. I looked like the saddest little brown girl, I just know it. I think I had to wash the ends of my hair too because somehow chunks ended up there. When I went back to the gym, the custodians were pouring those brown wood chips on the vomit spot to keep the other kids from vomiting. I also have an strong aversion to those wood chips, don't get me started.
That's why I won't be seeing De La Soul. I'm sure they're great dudes and all and with great tunes, but I can't handle if I vomit on my Cross Colors shirt at the Fest. No way.
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