title> HUM show review by Dave Nite
Review by:David Nite
brandon york, erma something, my pal jeff, and i made the pilgramage to one of the few hum shows outside of the chicago area last night. fuck. it was amazing. maybe i say that because it was my first time seeing hum, and then again maybe its because they kick so much ass. i lean toward the latter. finding the side door is hell, let me tell you. its almost impossible to find, as brandon and erma sound found out as we tried to hurry to see hum begin. and when we got there, they were checking ids... and considering that jeff and i arent 18, we were fucking scared that we drove 6 hours for absolutely nothing. the bouncer looked like a dick head, and i was sure that there was no way that we were going to get by him. amazingly, we did. all it took was a little guilt trip about how we drove 6 hours. needless to say, i was ecstatic after that turn of events, and my night was just beginning. hum started off with isle of the cheetah, and then went straight into the pod, i think. after that it gets a little fuzzy... but i remember hearing iron clad lou, double dip, green to me, comin home, inklings (new), ms. lazarus, if you are to bloom, and i know that they finished with the amazing i hate it too. that asshole brandon got a singed setlist, so if you're really concerned about what order they were in, ask him. i didnt have a problem with hearing the vocals, like abby did. but she was way up by the stage the entire time, and the vocals were coming from the side speakers. my only problem was that the bass was a little too loud. but hey, what can you expect when the band didnt even soundcheck? i talked to brian for a bit after the show, he was very nice... and he told me that when i first walked up he thought i was gordon. according to brian, i look *exaclty* like him. hehe, im so cool. after getting back to brandons apt, we all slept together (minus erma, ha)... but sorry boys, there are no stories to tell. separate beds/floor. too bad, because all brandon could talk about before we left columbia was the size of his enormous rod. ha.
-dave-
i was a premie, i have issues.