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I went to a fantastic outdoor concert in Holland yesterday. I knew that my roomies bf Dan would be opening for another band, but I didn’t know which one. It happended to be PopEvil. There are super popular in West Michigan and everyone and their mom showed up to cheer these naive boys on. Dan’s band Headed for Zen (myspace.com/headedforzen) was pretty fucking awesome. People in the audience obviously came to see Popevil so they weren’t to into Zen’s sweet original music, but honestly they were SO good. I’m really proud of them. During one of the songs Bass guitarist Ameel and Lead Guitarist Dan threw their guitars across the stage and then played one another’s guitars. They were great live, just amazing. Dan was able to get me, Whit, and their friend Joanna VIP passes so we got in free and got to go chill in the back, drink free beer, and eat some Qdoba with Headed for Zen and PopEvil.

I had only heard one of PopEvil’s songs on the radio, but seriously the crowd knew each and every song. They had some scary ugly hick fans lol, but I also saw some Grand Valley kids there in the crowd. There was plenty of Budweiser to go around since BL sponsored the concert. I stole one of those new Bud Light Lime to bring home, but drank a beer called Poet (Oatmeal Stout) while I was there. I loved PopEvil, just loved them. They were definitely fierce. They were badass. Their instruments and outfits SCREAMED hey, we made it. They looked like rockstars. In the back, they were so chill and willing to chill with us. The little guitarist winked at me twice HAHA while we were sitting in the back. I saw their manager do something funny and then we both looked up and laughed. I was just sitting on the couch and he kept looking at me while everyone was talking. I was between Whit and Jo so I figured he wasn’t looking at me….but he was. His manager pushed him away to go sign posters and I returned to the conversation on the couch. This is the hugest difference between old Tiffany and new Tiffany. Old Tiffany would have enjoyed the attention, sought more, and had stories to tell my gradchildren. New Tiffany is less willingly to hump anything with a badass guitar…although I did leave with a drumstick that the lead singer licked. Old Tiffany would have been a pimp, had the guy asking me to be his wife lol however, new Tiffany is lame and wears cardigans. Old Tiffany had no morals, NONE, and new Tiffany has morals depending on the situation. Old Tiffany would have also made out with the lead singer, new Tiffany just lame and chilled.

Dan’s band was crazy funny just like Dan and I honestly had a spectacular time as we chilled chatting on the couches and drinking beer.