This Saturday evening, fans packed into an off campus house for one, or two . . . or maybe three reasons and three reasons only: to get drunk as shit, possibly hook up with that cute girl from physics, and see some live music. What concertgoers found upon stumbling into the door, after exiting from the overpriced cab ride (cause Alpine really wasn’t that great) and immediately being asked for ‘5 bucks’ for a red solo cup, was the live music experience of a lifetime. The smell of weed, cigarettes, and spilled beer emanated in the home, accompanied by the crashing of symbols and the ring of catchy guitar riffs and bass lines.
“You really don’t get a lot of chances to sing along to a live band performing near forgotten rock songs of the 90s with other drunk people. That is something I wish people would cherish more nowadays” said one fan of the anonymous cover band who played such crowd pleasers as Weezer’s “Say it Ain’t So” and Blink 182’s “What’s My Age Again?” The party spanned from the front porch all the way through the dining room/kitchen/living room/stage and into the bonfire filled backyard and porch, but the real focus was on the music inside. “I was completely captivated by them,” said one fan, “I even took a break from my flip-cup game just to take it all in.”
Click to continue »