Back From Miser, 20/20 And Open Chapter

1111111111Okay, can't blog too long. It is late. My ears are ringing.

The opening groups were local. I am fairly sure that 20/20 said they were from Freeport. The drummers of the two opening groups are cousins. There were a lot of 20/20 fans there. I could tell by the t-shirts everywhere. 20/20 was one of those groups that scream. Well, he doesn't scream the whole time, but he goes into this guttural rage that is actually pretty cool, I thought. I don't know if his eyes were for real or not. They were bright blue and look to be pupil-less. He didn't seem to take himself seriously until he started singing. He joked in between songs, but you wouldn't have thought he would have been in the mood to joke. His wife was the guitarist of the band.

Now Miser. They were quirky. I was right beside them most of the night. the roadie was really funny. He was so meticulous with everything. He lined up their little water bottles just so. He had it all organized like some anal NASA engineer. The guys in the group made a table and folded the Miser t-shirts just so. I think if there would have been an iron handy, they would have all jumped for joy. When they did their mic check, it was just so.

However, when they started playing, the shoulder strap of the guitarist came loose. The roadie jumped all over it. He tried to replace the strap. The guitarist was trying to play, and the roadie just couldn't get it back on. I can hardly write this, because I am using voice dictation, and I keep laughing. Oh my gosh, then the lead singer was flipping all over the place and his little ear piece popped out. It was like these poor guys try so hard to get it just so, and no matter what, things just pop out. They were good though. At first I didn't like all the bling bling and the "merch" and all that, but they just wanted to make it, and get it right, and I think they were really having fun. They are from Dallas.

That poor roadie. For real, he lined a bunch of water bottles and unscrewed the caps one quarter of a turn. He had to be Miser's biggest fan. He was stanced like one of those kids that run for the balls in tennis tournaments.

Oh, I forgot to mention that when 20/20 played these angry muscular bald headed guys started I don't even know what you would call it. There were elbows, knees, knuckles and head bones jutting like pistons on a busted cam shaft. I jumped out of the way. I felt genuine fear. The bouncer, who was the size of a refrigerator, stepped up. I relaxed after that. Mommy, squeak :)

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