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01 November 2007

♥ um... what. what is this.

There are a lot of jobs I probably wouldn't be good at. I don't think I would make a good accountant, because I'm terrible at math. I would never be a pediatrician, because whiney children make me more than a little bit twitchy. And until yesterday, I didn't think I would make a very good event planner.

But on the way home last night, I finally convinced Matt that we should listen to something other than Coheed and Cambria, because Claudio's voice was making me feel like clawing my ears off. We settled on 93.3, where the DJ was announcing that Queens of the Stone age were to play a concert later this month in Germany.

In a salt mine.

Here's where my little world was turned completely upside down. My reactions were as follows:

1. What the hell?
2. Air?
3. Collapsing?


I was virtually speechles for about thirty seconds, which, as many of you know, is a pretty long time for me.

I did a little digging (haha, sorry) and discovered that the mine is in Sonderhausen, Germany, and that tickets are available only to "winners of various worldwide competitions."

Like what? Holding your breath for a really long time? Escaping from a collapsed mine?

How are they even going to get all those people a mile underground? And when they do, won't everyone suffocate? And even if they don't, won't the loud instruments cause the mine to collapse?

Whose idea was this thing, anyway? Who woke up one morning and said, "You know what? I think maybe I'll have a rock band play in a salt mine."

Shouldn't the miners be mining salt or something? How do you clean up a venue like that? Is this a joke? Is someone doing this because they hate Queens of the Stone Age and want them to die? Did no one bother to tell their manager that this was a completely retarded idea?

All I'm gonna say is, on November 21, I expect to wake up to headlines about a collapsed minefull of rock stars and idiot fans somewhere in Germany.

♥ the best is yet to be.
11/01/2007

♥ yours truly. ;

    "And I asked myself about the present: how wide it was, how deep it was, how much was mine to keep." --Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five

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