Alright. This show was fucking crazy. We all met up at Rob’s at around 1:30. We loaded up in the truck and got to the club 10 minutes to 3. No one was even there. The place was deserted. So at about 3 some dude gets there to open the club. He says shows don’t start till 5. That sucks. So we have to wait around. So we set up and have to talk some shit to this guy cause he says that “according to the computer, u guys play last”. I tell him that its a punk rock show and we’re the first band there and that we’re setting up. He doesn’t do a thing. So Eric and I start helping him set the club up, moving chairs around and setting up the tables. He gives me a couple free beers which was cool. So then the Chainsaw Johnny and Johnny Vomit guys get there. So we all hang out a bit and they load in. Our buddy Eorl from Des Plaines drives all the way down to see us since he saw the ad in IE. Fucking props to Eorl. So him, Eric and I r stupidly throwing an old beat up cymbal around like a frisbee and Eorl throws me a perfect pass and I catch it and slice my hand open. Blood everywhere. So I clean up a bit and wrap my hand in Eric’s towel which he caught from Ripper at the Judas Priest concert. So I ruined it and stained it with my blood. Sorry dude. So whatever. We wrap and rewrap my hand a few times. Its still gushing blood. Finally its time for us to play. Of course we went out and smoked up a bowl before the show to get us good and in the zone. Our set was:
Empty Rantings of an Old Silly Man
New Blues
Excessive
Low Profile Part 1
Beer Cans (by Chainsaw Johnny) with Johnny Vomit on vocals and me singing backups
Figure It Out
All The Wrong Reasons
Problem Solved
Problem Solved
Hate
In The Zone
We played awesome. I played even sloppier having my hand wrapped in duct tape. I didn’t bleed all over my guitar though. I got really into jamming. The club was really dark and everyone was pushed far back from the stage so u couldn’t really see anyones face closely or anything. I was feeling it though. So then we chilled and drank up some water that the hot bartender chick supplied for us. The next band up was called the Powerknobs. They were fucking raucous rock n roll. They had one guitar, bass, drums, keyboards and a vocalist. None of them looked like they would even play instruments and they were very pleasant hanging out before the show. They fucking rocked though. Then Johnny Vomit played. By this time, we were drinking beers with the guys in Chainsaw Johnny and Last Man Out. They had $1.00 pitchers. Jeff from C.J. was all excited about it. Johnny Vomit rocked the house. They played Eric’s favorite song Liver Rebellion second to last. Vomit was drinking out of a “fountain drink” container with who knows what in it on stage since they wouldn’t let us drink open alcohol on stage since the show was all ages. Blah Blah Blah. So next was Chainsaw Johnny. They were pretty drunk before they went on stage. I’m not sure how many songs they played total but during Drink Till The Day We’re Dead, someone walked up and lit Steve’s set list on fire and it flamed up and then went out and ashed itself on the floor. Well, the soundman wasn’t having that and he turned on the house speakers and jammed a Perfect Circle louder than Chainsaw Johnny and then he just shut off the PA and he kicked them off stage. What a punk show. Steve was playing with a box on his head that Johnny Vomit made for him. He poked out the eyes and mouth for him. It was hysterical. So they were done. Then Last Man Out played. They were tight as fuck. A full ska punk band. Very high energy, a ton going on at once. They were great. So after all the bands, I guess the guys in Johnny Vomit got caught stealing speakers and the cops came because of the fire on stage. So it was a very interesting night to say the least. I went to the Emergency Room early Monday morning and had them wrap my hand. I had horrible nightmares about my hand while I slept that night. In one of them, the cymbal completely cut my hand off and in another, I dreamt that my hand bled all over my bed and I was laying in it. I jumped up and ran into the bathroom to see if my hand was all bloody and it was fine. My mind was fucking with me hardcore. So after all that, I had to go get my cut taken care of. So here I am, typing with a fucking splint on my pointer finger and my hand all wrapped up. What a pain in my ass. I take for granted having both hands. Its been a pain trying to do basic shit and forcing my left hand to do more. Oh well. So thats it. We gave a bunch of our live CD’s away at the show and even some tshirts. So u missed out on an amusing and fun show. L8er
