I saw the Johnny's at the Tote last night with Dad, and I was close to the youngest one there. Nice to see that that hasn't changed like the carpet (which was quite nice to walk on).
The first band was Vice Grip Pussies, and they said the word cock a lot. They were kinda New York Dolls-ish, and all had long hair, and the bass player had really lovely hair, and I can't wait 'til my hair grows that long, and after their set they all donned leather jackets with 'pussies' splashed across the back. And, and, and.
Archer was next. It was just a countryman and his small guitar thing. He sung country music, like he had hitched a ride on a freight train in the '20s (don't quote me if I'm wrong, my dad said that). He was pretty cute and funny.
Finally the Johnny's played, dressed up in shirts and cowboy hats. They were really, really, really good, and all the old folk in the audience loved it and were dancing.
The bass player, Hoody, kept smashing down beers between songs, and he also gave a minor shout-out to Shepp 'cos his mum came all the way to see him (could of hitched a ride with my dad).
If I had to pick one to fall in love with I would say Spencer for his voice, but Slim was real good lookin' for someone his age, kind of like George Clooney.
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