1990s Boston Hardcore, Anyone? ANYONE?

Oh, I almost forgot. I went to the Only Living Witness Reunion show this weekend! Yeargh.

I had my back to the pit, which caused me great concern for awhile. Then, once OLW started up, all of my fear of having to end the night with desperate spinal surgery quickly disappeared. Some seriously tatted, bad ass looking dudes were patrolling the pit, for sure. However, they were all 35, trying to bolster the energy they had in 1995 and failing. Their soft, old bodies were easily shaken off, and I only got cold cocked in the throat once. I now sound exactly like Carol Channing. I've been singing "Hello Dolly" while coughing up blood for about 20 hours at this point.

I was always too wimpy for hardcore anyway. I look terrible in basketball jerseys, and have only intentionally paralyzed 5 or 6 people in my whole life.

In any event, it was a great show, and because they ran out of songs they knew how to perform, played "December" twice. 40 year old hardcore dudes rejoiced everwhere, before calling home to apologize to the babysitter and make room in their Monday schedules for a chiropractic appointment.

The real highlight of the weekend however, was when my dear old friend Dan DiPace said that a David Lynch movie he saw but really didn't understand was Steel Magnolias. It may have been the first time in human history Inland Empire and a movie where Julia Roberts gets married and dies while Olympia Dukakis looks on while commenting sardonically have ever been confused. I laughed so hard I actually shed tears for several minutes, which is, shall we say, infrequent. Maybe yahaddabethere.