: went to see the locust twice on two consecutive days. the first gig the crowd was hysterical and i got knocked on the shoulders and the entire show was really tight. the latter, the crowd was more subdued and i was able to be right in front and sit on top of a piano. pearson was not wearing the typical masked outfit but only a ski mask, a beanie, an old jacket, tattered pants and wellington boots. i brought my camera but was not in the mood to take photos. later on they played struggle's "war #1" and even covered black cat #13. :
this is not the first time i've dreamt of going to see the locust and not being in the mood to take photos. i doubt there's any psychological reasons behind it really.
some nights ago i dreamt of a super awesome sandwich bar and had a super awesome croissant with amazing amounts of stuffing. it rocked.
got my salad.
now i need cottage cheese.
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