I saw Gwar last night. They killed Arnold Schwarzenegger, John Kerry, George Bush, Michael Jackson, Laci Peterson’s corpse, a couple of babies… Thank you Gwar. You made me laugh at pain and misery and depravity for a good hour and a half.
Category: Live
February 10th Ludicra show
Of course, this would’ve been more appropriate to post, oh, I don’t know, the day after the Ludicra show, minus me having to work and my intense exhaustion.
It was a banner evening for Lucifer’s Hammer. With four excellent (if I may say so myself) bands, it seemed that the old Lucifer’s crowd was out along with scores of people I’ve never seen before.
Blown to Bits just keeps getting better and better. They totally reorganized first as a three piece, and now as a four piece again, it’s obvious they have their rage in full effect.
Brainoil was heavy as a collapsed star, like they always are. You could tell the energy of the crowd was infectious as Nate and Greg made REALLY angry faces for two such affable fellows.
I only heard Kylesa, as my lady 1 Keri and Christine from Area 51 were busy piercing my arms in the upstairs office. Ooooh! It hurt so good! And they did an excellent job. Kylesa sounded awesome… at least, as much as I could hear inbetween my screams while having needles punched through my skin.
I was just inebriated enough as Ludicra went on. The crowd gave us enormous energy, and I think we played three songs more than we intended, seeing as how the bastards wouldn’t let us leave the stage. I mean, really, folks… that’s just plain ridiculous. But thanks, anyway.
Pix of Ludicra from the show by Nate from Brainoil…
The show over, I headed to my lady’s house, and got about three hours of sleep before taking her and our pal Aimee to the airport for their sojourn to Amsterdam. That’s so cool… and so totally sucky. Well… three weeks isn’t that long, is it? Twenty-one days… Five-hundred and four hours… Thirty-thousand, two-hundred and forty-minutes… One-million, eight-hundred and fourteen thousand and four-hundred seconds…
Fucking Bridge and Tunnel
Well, to me, it felt like I was in Akira. Mama Myers and I were just trying to go get some lunch in downtown. All of a sudden from behind a large building comes a twenty foot high negro angel. Fucking SURREAL. Then, annoying. A Christmas parade, in Oakland! I mean, sure, the snow flows here all year long, but I thought the cops were working on stopping that. In any case, we had to hoof it across the parade just as it was starting. I enjoyed the three youths who were hiding under the cover of air to smoke some pot and make the parade more interesting. I mean… they had a Felix the Cat balloon. Do kids even know who the fuck that is, or in true ghetto style, did Oakland get a hand-me-down balloon?