Deep conversation outside on the sidewalk about color blind-ness. Reds and greens get mixed up easily. Or when intensified, the borders are blurred. Little did we know, a friend of ours who came by to see what we were talking about was also color blind. He helped explain things for us.
Kiwi Punch was mid-set when it was announced that the bands could play til 10, maybe 10:15, something I sort-of speculated all night. Especially when the bands got off to a late start. So we set up as much as we could, and as soon as they ended, it was damn-near 10pm. We rushed through a no-covers, no-bullshit set. We X-ed one song when the guy running the place let us know we had time for one more, and we played Tza and Flies with a 1-2 punch.
We perform pretty damn good under pressure. No, I'm not bragging. I just feel like it's the truth. And a lot of people enjoyed it. So if that's what it all comes down to - 15-20 quick minutes of intensity, so be it. That's the shit I live for.
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