Showdate: November 10, 2009
To the chick in the mezz making out with your man while pressed against the rail (among other things). I just want to say your style and dedication to the art and science of the public make-out is truly revolutionary. Bravo.
Pop quiz.
If you see a conversation like: “Do you want another beer? Or are you too drunk?”
And the person responding exhibits any of the following:
A)Inability to stand without staggering
B)Asks you to repeat the question 3 times
C)Has a stare glassier than a benzo addict after a six pack
D))ALL OF THE FUCKING ABOVE
If he’s rocking choice D)? Yeah. Must be a Dropkick Murphys show. Hope you made it home without having your stomach pumped, chief.
Rocking this show solo. Started on the floor. Totally sober. Sup? I know.
Watching the Flatliners open. About halfway through the set they started calling out a chick for giving them the finger. Why? Because she hated they were from Ontario. Not Boston. As I realized I was the only one laughing at the stupidity of it all I came to a startling conclusion — sober self at a show = complete weirdo. Note to the Flatliners. Just say you are from Boston.
My only beer of the night, so good. So there. Far to my left is the public make out artists. To my right some guy is getting bitched out for touching his girl’s pony tail. Good luck with that. Karmic balance restored. Time to rock.
LET’S GO DROPKICKS! Clap clap stomp stomp stomp.
Don’t go to this show if you are against: the color green, bagpipes, Flogging Molly gear, clovers, Boston, and/or binge drinking. Not going to set list this show. DKM shows are more like a scene to me. A fun scene.
Wall of amps across the whole stage. Banjo, bagpipes, mandolin, guitars, bass, blah blah blah.
By the fourth song “State of Massachusetts” the 4 separate pits that were on the floor merged into a single giant riot. Testosterone spilling on the floor. The anthemic songs like “Famous for Nothing” and “The Gauntlet” were my personal highlights of the night.
Debates and conversations about what is “punk” are a circle jerk. If you care about that type of stuff, don’t go. This is a show. And a perfect soundtrack to whatever fucked up shit you are into.
