My cousin plays drums/percussion in a band called Phantom Shores. They played a show last week at the Elmdale Tavern. The same stage that my buddies in Graven played last month. I was pretty keen to check them out. French had a date with his on-again/off-again girlfriend: the Johnny Cash tattoo girl. So I convinced Sweaty to go along; not an easy task.
He was concerned that these young hipsters would be swigging PBR all night and worst of all not play any rock n'roll. To get him to go I had to pick him up, by him a pitcher of beer, and then drop him off...deal.
Sweaty came around. There was no Pabst Blue Ribbon to be found, and he actually liked the band. He thought that my cousin Dave was a "crazy intense drummer": High praise from Sweaty.
Sweaty took a shine to both of the girls in the band. He found out what they were drinking and had a round waiting as soon as they were done their set. I wanted to leave early, and miss the second band. He stayed on at the Elmdale and chatted up the girls. Can't hardly tell that he and French are brothers.
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I gotta check out the Elmdale. Might have been there back in the dark old days of Westboro prehistory.
There's a thickening plot here Olie. Like the head on a PBR. Nice post.
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