I am at the Handlebar.I do not believe I have been here since I have been allowed here. Seems like it was in the far distance during the times I went to the Night Owl, often lingering and loitering in the parking lot around said event.
This Dying Breed
The masks I have worn to conceal my heart are much more frightening than any
Indeed...what is on my mind? Oh, so many things. The taste of sweet nostalgia beating such a vibrant blood through every pump of the energy. Words are unnecessary as I hear the groans of a story to be told. The singer able to quench these outcries with the screams within his heart. The screams that dull the pain and quiet the mind. The lead guitarist, a farmer understanding the perfect order of things, so long as a melody is still to be savored. The bass guitarist; trusted to incorporate the rhythmic heartbeat, the undertone surely to always be there to keep the energy. The drummer who knows when to keep with the beat and knows sometimes you must hit a cymbal. I thank you to this group for extending the emotions you put into this art. I feel the intent without needing to know the words. I left too early to ask if there were CD's (is that still even a thing) or T-shirts so I could pay respects and wear Floridians in Texas! There's certainly Summer merch everywhere!! I have so much more to write on once my pics upload. Would love to capture any of the footage from this evening. Tag me in it or Instagram summer.j.alvarado Thank you for a legit Florida night. ...with a name like "holiday" I do hope you take the opportunity to celebrate every day.