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Even though I got to the show almost an hour and a half before doors even opened, Josh and I walked into Club Hell towards the end of The Brunt of It's set. I had vaguely heard them here and there, knowing that they were a punk/ska band and not much else, but I was impressed with what I heard.
Before my ears could even gain a concept of what was going on, my eyes widened as I walked in to an almost empty club. I was worried that it was going to sell out, with the Angry Samoans being as legendary as they are, but the place was nearly a ghost town, wth plenty of room to walk and/or secure a good spot at the bar.
Things were going pretty good as the second act, a three piece from Philly whose name has since been erased from my memory, took the stage and played some energetic poppy punk songs that reminded me of The Loved Ones. But things took a turn for the worse when I received a text from a girl I was sort of seeing (you could say we were on a break, which I'm not going to go into) telling me to lose her number and to have a nice life. Luckily, I had a few beers in me to cushion the blow, but I wanted to go numb. Because of this somewhat shocking turn of events, I didn't pay attention to the rest of their set, which Josh told me wasn't that great.
I was still in shock and full of self destructive medication, making most of the Angry Samoans set a blur, which added some much unneeded anger to the mix. The excitement I had earlier in the day had been erased, along with my already foggy memory. What I do remember is Metal Mike and the drummer switching spots a few times, "My Old Man's a Fatso," "Right Side of My Mind," and two Black Flag covers, one of which was "Wasted." This would have been a great time. This should have been a great time.