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i look like a bible-salesman. or maybe a mormon. hehe, a mormon with purple hair and a sharp tongue. i like that idea. i'm wearing the most simplistic dress attire i own. black slacks, white button shirt, flamboyant tie. and it's really bright outside today. i like it. i like my hair. it's a purple-red-something color. it contrasts well with my shirt and tie. i think i'll wear this for the remainder of the day. enough about me. time to talk about scott. last night. stone temple pilots. 20-30 feet from the stage. i could almost smell him. damn, he rocked so hard last night. this show was actually better than the last time i saw them. well, the music was better, more love, it was raw. and the bass was cranked up so much my liver shook with every strum. robert was great. he was wearing this little blue polyester shirt and a tight red leather jacket, shades and an oldschool kangol. very cool. the first thing they played was shine on you crazy diamond, a favorite of mine from the pink floyd cellar. they were all in their own worlds when they played, but they brought it together like magic. it actually was magical. i was really close to the satge at one point and lost scott. he just like disapeared, and then all of a sudden he was like 10 feet directly in front of me. it was so cool, he was shoving the guards aside and touching the kid's heads. crowd surfing was a nightmare this show. people were tightly packed, but they would damn just walk away if they saw you coming. not very nice. got dropped a few times, landed on the gravel. paying for that today. it was neat though. when i got dropped it happened in slow-motion. i saw the reactions of the crowd change, i started to sink down and the lighting and sound changed dramatically. htere was a dark circle of faces, and then i heard a loud crunch(which was my back on the ground). and the two guys that bent down to pick me up, for a minute they looked like angels. i think they were angels. they held me up for the next five minutes cause my legs kept giving out. nice guys. i'm done, those of you who actually read this far are probably tired of it. farewell.
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