Category: Live

Went off like a bomb. All the hard work, the stress, the heart aches, the carpal tunnel typing bulletins, evites, the late-night radio, the cajoling… it paid off.

Sometimes you forget about what friends you have, then your good friends all show up and make you feel warm all over when you’re doing something you’re proud of. It was an awesome night, though I was still running around crazy, doing lights for bands (cause no one else was doing it) and drinking and having a generally good time with everyone. Of course, I didn’t get to hang with everyone… it was god damned packed!!! So yeah, a good night.

And I finally got a decent venue to put up Lord Gore and Engorged at! Stork Club, April 7th… dammit, they always hook us up good in Portland, and I want to show them the same down here. The Pound can suck my right nut. And my left. And my whole cock. Way to string us along… I gave up. Sorry kids, it won’t be all ages.

I am blessed. It must be all the good karma. This weekend Ludicra played. I have a truck, no tarp, but when I asked the rain to stop, it did… just long enough to get equipment to the show and to take it home. The show was fun, lots of good friends, new and some very, very old. Other than Aesop’s many technical mishaps with his aging snare, the show went well. 


There was a couple of moshers, which I am finding out are not appreciated at the typical Ludicra show. People would rather stand and take it in. So, note to moshers… come and mosh at the Impaled show where it’s all good. Go to the Ludicra show when you want to stare at your shoes or Laurie cradling her mic like a baby. That’s so twisted… 


I managed to get 7 safety pins in my arm by myself. No one noticed, but it felt good anyway. 


I liked the one girl dancing like a lunatic on my side of the stage. That was entertaining as all hell.

I went to Santa Cruz to see Gwar again. Having seen Gwar at their lowest point, it was a pleasure to see a sold out show with hundreds of screaming maniaxe blowing their lids for one of my favorite bands. I thought I would play it cool again and just kick back and watch the show. About three notes in, this notion was put to rest as I tore through the crowd lusting for fake blood and bad jokes. Several times, I hanged 10 over the teeming masses and was carried aloft upon waves of hands. Fake blood spurted over my accroutements until I tore them off and devolved into some sort of cro-magnon blood hound screaming and grunting for more. Unencumbered by shame or by duty or by obligation, I beat upon my bare chest and chanted with my fellow Gwar-lunatics as we banged our heads and pumped our fists. It was the best show I’ve seen in years. 


Speaking of shows… Ludicra show coming up: Saturday, Feb. 19 Ludicra Enablers Ovarian Trolley Psychlone Warehouse 3rd @ Marin San Francisco Don’t worry. I will have my chest covered at this show. I would hate to detract from my fellow Ludicrans by creating a horny hysteria and causing the audience to either be overcome with the vapors or to surge the stage for a touch.

Oh yeah! THAT’S why I don’t drink whiskey any more… duh! Saw the Mass last night… fucking incredible. There was also some band right before them… all girls, all ironic. They’re sure to have an SF Weekly cover story any minute now. Left before the Fucking Champs or Amps or ch4mp5 or whatever they fucking call themselves these days. I was a bit to hipstered out, sorry. My friend Eric is rad. He helps me with art, he listens to my drunken ramblings, and he’s down to go bike riding to bars, houses, and clubs whose location we don’t know because I killed the battery in my truck. Cheers!

Satryicon… man, Satyr is an arrogant fuck. In his spandex shirt… Says his band will spearhead a black metal scene in America… you bastard. Okay, so maybe I’m taking offense because I play in a black metal band. But seriously…

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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.

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…