I woke up at 7am to buy tickets for Them Crooked Vultures.
One day in December. I am ill in bed with an essay due in. I could not warrant the travel expenses, the time it would take to get there and return, or the classes I would miss. This makes me the least 'rock n' roll' girl ever. It was probably for the best. I got a fever that night; it's likely that I would have collapsed. The audience would probably have assumed that I was just over excited (and justifiably so) to see Grohl, Homme and Jones - as one - on stage.
Surely if I had gone, I would have seen at least one grown man cry at this assemblage.
One day in December. I am ill in bed with an essay due in. I could not warrant the travel expenses, the time it would take to get there and return, or the classes I would miss. This makes me the least 'rock n' roll' girl ever. It was probably for the best. I got a fever that night; it's likely that I would have collapsed. The audience would probably have assumed that I was just over excited (and justifiably so) to see Grohl, Homme and Jones - as one - on stage.
Surely if I had gone, I would have seen at least one grown man cry at this assemblage.
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