tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6603637270010173486.post8874202745329810498..comments2023-10-24T04:44:47.531-07:00Comments on Random Misfires: Collective Soulfrizzlefryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09692491936963424863noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6603637270010173486.post-8181891882189654232008-05-19T12:05:00.000-07:002008-05-19T12:05:00.000-07:00Girlfriend, I CANNOT believe you saw Collective So...Girlfriend, I CANNOT believe you saw Collective Soul here...I have seen their billboards for weeks..a few weeks ago, they had Stevie Nicks...<BR/><BR/>You are right about the casinos tho, they do bring in some great people...and here's how old I am...they have killer buffets...KILLER....ow, my back....The Katzboxhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11294319827172611178noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6603637270010173486.post-68044776585602588742008-05-19T10:00:00.000-07:002008-05-19T10:00:00.000-07:00Hmm. . .was there or wasn't there a mosh pit? I d...Hmm. . .was there or wasn't there a mosh pit? I don't remember one either, now that you mention it. Because we were all on the benches in the amphitheater. BUT, we were able to walk around and vie for a closer view of the band. At this concert, the only time people left their seats was to buy more beer. <BR/><BR/>But yes, on the up side, the bonus is that the funkiest of funky people were nothing at all like the weirdos at the Femmes concert.frizzlefryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09692491936963424863noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6603637270010173486.post-15901635673690043132008-05-18T22:41:00.000-07:002008-05-18T22:41:00.000-07:00I am racking my brain trying to remember the last ...I am racking my brain trying to remember the last time I saw you dance. Sadly the only thing that comes to mind is you bolting for the door while that guy (Geraldo? Ronaldo? I don't know) screamed, "Prima! Prima!" I will say this: You are surprisingly fast when you want to be.<BR/><BR/>Also, I don't remember a mosh pit when we saw the Violent Femmes. Or, maybe I was so horrified by the people in front of us that I blocked it out...Jenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04509830849799626485noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6603637270010173486.post-26755897315747548142008-05-18T09:27:00.000-07:002008-05-18T09:27:00.000-07:00I remember going to a night/dance club thingy with...I remember going to a night/dance club thingy with you (way back when in our high school days)...and I'm pretty sure you danced just fine, in fact our group attracted some male attention so I'm casting doubt on whether or not you dance like the big bellied white guy.Heatherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05144828645489736190noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6603637270010173486.post-89735767768404541612008-05-18T02:11:00.000-07:002008-05-18T02:11:00.000-07:00At least we weren't among the funky old people get...At least we weren't among the funky old people getting down.<BR/><BR/>Wait... were we?!?Davehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06076046849157059564noreply@blogger.com