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Rock Show

Im gonna mic this **** up and EQ it out, make the speakers ring now so we can scream and shout, and it wont feedback; till you hear "Back in Black", when the bass line hits all across the pan, and I redline that **** cause its my ******* Jam.

 

Peaking dBs on all of the meters. Blowing out the cabs and frying the tweeters. We smashed our guitars so let the keg flow. How else would you end a ******* awesome show?

 

Watch the roadies pack up, but give them respect. They do a lot more than you woud ever expect.

 

An after party now and were burning it down. Stumble back to the bus and to the next town. To start it all over for another go round.

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