Boy oh boy, do I miss Buddyhead. I miss the scuzziness, the grime, the medium drugs and the late nights. I miss gossiping about your friends in bands and pissing off the Gen X'ers that came before. I miss that period before some folks got into heroin, some folks got into religion, some folks got into the suburbs. They were massive nights and low key days, fueled by Satan, Grey Goose, Sparks, and Gatorade, disco fries and Adderall.
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I wanted to share this since your post unlocked a memory of mine. I was working at a call center and Travis Keller called in to make a payment. Once I asked for his info and he said his name, I replied with "Buddyhead?" He said "yeah, dude!" and I proceeded to make his payment.
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