Devil music made me mean
On Friday I went out with a couple of coworkers after work. We went to gameworks and bowled a few games and had some drinks. It was very fun and very relaxed.
Then I met up with a friend and we went to go a local bar to see a couple bluegrass bands.
The first band was really fun… the second band was scary and clearly worshiped the devil….
The lead singer looked like Edward scissor hands.
And everything he sang was F* this and F* that.
And he screamed. At the top of his lungs. To every song.
After 40 minutes I wanted to go hug him. Or punch him in the mouth.
Instead I became a heckler.
A horrible horrible heckler.
He said “we are just going to do a few more songs”
And everybody boooed.
Seriously. The whole bar.
Now thoes of you who know me know normally I would say “Oh sad…”
And then say something warm and fuzzy
I mean the poor boy was trying.
But I had a few big girl drinks and I wasn’t feeling warm and fuzzy at all.
In fact I was feeling a little feisty.
And for those of you who know me well, you know my feistiness can cause trouble.
The lead singer starts this rant… “F the establishment… F country music. F bluegrass. F Toby Keith”
Oh no he didn’t!
Toby Keith is my country music boyfriend.
He is all country and patriotic and sexy.
Not horrible and scary and talentless like this clown.
So I say “F your mom, just stop playing.”
Oh No!
His devil music made me mean.
My hand flew over my mouth but I had already said it.
And he starts yelling at the crowd who start yelling back at him…
And then he says “I am going to play one more song… criminal.”
And everyone yelled “NO”
And he said “what do you want me to play”
And the crowd yelled “nothing”
And I yelled “for the love of God just stop playing”
There was almost a bar brawl
It was deliciously dramatic.
But I did feel slightly horrid afterwards
But it isn’t my fault. I was perfectly sweet and content listening to bluegrass… but his devil music made me mean.
