The Future Kings of Nowhere

The opening band

bemoaned a pool-less hotel.

My heart is breaking.

Quit my job today

to do the musician thing.

Man, I hope this works.

I love the city

but when she taxes house shows,

Richmond eats her young.

I am so lucky

to be able to rock out

with the folks I love.

Lions and pirates

and punks and kings and foxes

and rock show, oh my!

When there are things like

ParkFest Two Thousand and Nine,

Who needs Bonaroo?

Deep in the suburbs

a young girl plays her guitar

’til her fingers bleed.

When you do a thing

because you love to do it,

the club is open.

Tonight we played with

Hammer No More the Fingers.

Those guys are the shit.

20 High Point kids

+ 1 Future King =

Best friends 4ever