If you've never experienced a Vicky concert, then you're in luck. I've driven for five, six hours and slept in my car to see them, but unlike sex the first time was special. It meant something. Standing in the throbbing crowd at my first Vicky concert, more than half drunk, not knowing when I lost contact with my friends and not caring one bit, making up words to a chorus I first heard not a minute ago just to sing along with the crowd - that's when it hit me. Between the guitars jangling my arms and the bass drum kicking my stomach, a stray thought crystallized:… read more
If you've never experienced a Vicky concert, then you're in luck. I've driven for five, six hours and slept in my car to see them, but unlike sex the first time was special. It meant something. Standing in the throbbing crowd at my first Vicky concert, more than half drunk, not… read more
If you've never experienced a Vicky concert, then you're in luck. I've driven for five, six hours and slept in my car to see them, but unlike sex the first time was special. It meant something. Standing in the throbbing crowd at my first Vicky concert, more than half drunk, not knowing when I lost contact with my friends and not caring one bit, mak… read more