I used to be obsessed with The Hives brothers

(Photo courtesy of here.)

My right shoulder and foot are in pain as I type this.

Ben, Kelly, Zuhair and I went to LobsterFest on Saturday at noon. It was fun. It was delicious. And we ended up getting free tickets to the Eagles of Death Metal/The Hives tonight at the Grove in Anaheim. Dude was like,

-Are you guys Indie 103 listeners?
-Yeah! (Yeah?)
-Are you doing anything tomorrow night?
-Uh (skepticism from my end), no, why? What's going on?
-Do you guys like the Eagles of Death Metal? And The Hives?
-Yeah!

And then he just gave us tickets. Just like that. Because that's his job.

I was super excited! Zuhair loves EODM! I love The Hives! Or at least I did in high school!

So we went tonight! And I had so much fun!

So much that I made Zuhair go up front with me for part of The Hives' set!

And, immediately, some lame dude called Pelle and Zuhair both "faggots"!

So we left him!

And then Pelle took off his tie and threw it to where we were standing!

So me + Zuhair + 4-5 other big dudes grabbed it!

And Zuhair held on!

And I held on!

And I was like, "Fuck, this is shitty! My hands hurt!"

And Zuhair was like, "Fuck! My hands hurt, too!"

But since we were both holding on I thought, "Fuck it!"

And then to all the other dudes Zuhair and I said, "FUCK YOU GUYS, WE GOT IT!" But in a nice way. (Or not.)

But that didn't work so we all held on to that shit for an entire song! (It hurt.)

And by the end only one other dude was holding on.

Then some tiny little fucker next to us (who was not involved) started yelling at Zuhair about some bullshit. About how the other dude had grabbed the tie before Zu. And that Zu had knocked the other dude to the ground to get a hold of it.

(Asshole.)

Some other bullshit happened.

So the security guard came and settled it by cutting a piece of the tie for the other dude that held on (who was totally sweet and empathetic) and then gave the rest of it to Zuhair and I.

Glorious, unnecessary, and painful victory!!!!!

At this point I felt old and much like dying. But Zuhair and the bullshit dude continued to argue with each other until Zuhair decided to leave.

So we left.





If you know me, I am not one to Care or Do Things... But... That is the story of how I hurt myself to get the long end of Howlin' Pelle Almqvist's tie.

(It smells like sweat-drenched baby powder cologne.)