Flogging Molly and Good Beer
I drove my buddy Damion and I to the show at War Memorial Nashville TN. The weather was wet and shitty but already getting major pumped in the car jamming all albums, laughs begin as we get to the parking lot which of course was an event in itself but up to the venue we go. The line is INSANE; so wait we must, conversations after conversations, meeting one night friends and sharing favorite songs and what in hopes they will play.
So, finally after many handshakes, “Oh, you went to FullSail”? A couple business cards which made their way to the ground and several drunken hugs we enter. Beers are a must and for this amazing event the vender doesn’t disappoint. A delicious Hoppy IPA or a Dark Stout is in hands everywhere! The IPA having a great bitter, malty slash citric aroma with a clean head and the Stout just tickling your taste buds from the roasted barley and oversea like taste from what might have been wood chips screaming loudly “It’s been a good travel dear friend”. Big grins are the only thing you can do. We obtain the needed wrist bands and double fisting another set of IPA's we enter the open floor while the opening band which was "ok" was playing. Some head nods followed by a spillage on isle 3 back outside we went. More conversations and a cigarette to get the nerves to calm from the energy charged booze they are forcing upon us this, evening has already started off with a bang I tell ya.
After heading back in we meet a young patron (Blah… Blah was his name) and he’s asking to get him beers due to his age, a good guy he was so why not? I remember those days very well and everyone needs to enjoy a beer at a concert, it just tastes so different. Finally Flogging enters the stage- the rest of this is a huge blur from the constant moshing, cheer sing, hugging, singing and hundreds of high fives. Wow! The band plays every track that I was hoping for and ends on a perfect note with lead guitarist handing me his pick from the show. I record everything I could while allowing other fans to say hi to my elbows. Where is everyone going I ask? We decide to stick around and yes… I knew it! At the stage several band members come out and conversations begin to just pour out of me. Autographed guitar pick and my ticket stub signed, picture with the drummer (George Schwindt) which seemed like someone I would offer to buy a beer at a random whole in the wall for exchange of a good story. Walking back to the ride was just as exciting as the show filled with singing, laughter and bums- the night is still young and I’m to pumped/drunk to leave so east Nashville it is. My old stomping ground where we are running into more peeps that attended the show, more conversations, more drinking and my boy highlighting the after party with a little bit of throw up. Safely and slowly I drive home thinking damn, why do beers taste so much better at a concert?
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