I’ve got to apologize here, to the dudes of Filligar. I caught their show a while back. It was at one of our local spots, a little downstairs haunt by the beach that can at times be an unbearable scene. A show there is never great, its got low ceilings, it’s hot, the crowd is, how do I say this, meh… so I should have taken this all into account when I judged the bands performance. Instead, I fixated on the fact that I’d first been alerted to their music by a rather douchey neighbor whom we nicknamed Johnny Pink Pants, and I let that guide my opinions of their performance in that unforgiving venue.
The band obviously got a Google alert or some shit and they hit me up the day after I wrote the blog. They basically said “dude, c’mon, that place was weak and we are not, here’s our music, listen again dumb-ass, cause you missed something.” They wrote it in a much kinder manner, and I respected the hell out of it, and I did listen, and I had in fact missed something.
So these cuts right here, they’re like an olive branch, or an apology for my own Johnny Pink Pants moment. Look before you leap folks, cause when you fall you look stupid. Filligar, you dudes do in fact rock, you’re pretty chill to kick it with too. I hope you’ve made good use of that picture that we took of my dog wearing sunglasses and throwing up on that Hollywood walk of fame star. I also hope to catch your show again some time, but not at that same crap-hole, y’all deserve better.
