The Pissed-Off Pessimist's Personal Little Life-Changing Experience

Yeah, I know what your thinking. The Pessimist has sold out on you, gone all optimistic. Well, f-ck ya, I'm still the sarcastic cynic, just not a depressed one. It was a few days ago, I was pretty much feeling like a guy that just got told the prostitute he had sex with was a Transvestite on Cops. I hadn't had a signifigant other for a year, I was working a crappy job, and college kept looking like less and less of a real prospect. But my brother took me to go see Cowboy Mouth. I listened to a few of their songs off of CDs, the Radio, and Napster, but let me tell you, as good as Cowboy Mouth is Live, they are infinitely better live. As one review put it, "On a bad night, they'll tear the roof off, and on a good night, they'll save your soul." I couldn't say it better myself. Fred LeBlanc and the rest of the band makes you really just look around and realize that life is for living. Between the unique blend of rock, country, jazz, blues, and irish folk, and the charismatic speeches and personality of the entire band, I'm still feeling good, and it's been several days since the concert as I wrote this. I hope the feeling lasts, I don't think I've ever felt as happy or just generally alive as I am now, even with the excrement hitting the rotary. My car is breaking down, and that bitch Dr. Dre banned me off of Napster, but that's ok. It's just a few potholes in the road of my life. If you ever get the oppurtunity to see Cowboy Mouth live, I urge you to do it. The feeling and outlook I have now, was well worth the 14 bucks for the ticket and the hat I lost in the raw unbridled surge of the crowd. For more information on the band, just go here. Peace out, homiez.





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