The sunny blacktop parking lot of Long Leaf Park was not an ideal spot for a July afternoon band gig, but we were community servants in CALAMITY. Normally I would've just passed on the 'opportunity' for 'exposure,' but this benefit was being suggested by our own drummer, Kris. "What time?" I asked.
Hilarious! ...and not surprised by the not-surprising, and sad, revelation(*) at the very end of the tale.
(*) Maybe there should be a fifth horse(man) of the Apocalypse: shady, possibly abusive, preacher ...morbidly obese, riding a a near broken back steed wishing it were released from it's symbolically questionable obligation, and with the other 4 looking on embarrassed as they traverse the flaming heavens.
Hilarious! ...and not surprised by the not-surprising, and sad, revelation(*) at the very end of the tale.
(*) Maybe there should be a fifth horse(man) of the Apocalypse: shady, possibly abusive, preacher ...morbidly obese, riding a a near broken back steed wishing it were released from it's symbolically questionable obligation, and with the other 4 looking on embarrassed as they traverse the flaming heavens.