Not at this rate though…
And so I return home fighting back the urge to cry. It was our last show at the Vault, but that’s perhaps not why I was depressed. The sound was just… horrific. I don’t want to go into specifics simply because I Love Jack and Scott so much. The people there are soooo nice, but we just can’t afford to go somewhere and have the sound system make us sound like a wall of distorted cat flatulence. Really.
The good thing of the night was that Jack let us into the basement, and Justin did band photos. Gorgeous band photos. Expect to see them in our next runs of posters and postcards. They’re going to be awwwesome.
Sigh. But in the meantime. Television and sleep. Tomorrow Lord of the Rings. I just don’t want to think about the show.
