My god, what a night. I was nervous about this event for a while before hand but now looking back I can see that it was a total success and not a single thing really went wrong.
Joe from Squared Off (here, in mask, with Rob, Hilger and some little kin) was nice enough to provide the use of his van and some assistance of lugging gear around for the day. The night before he came over and we swilled some beer 40s (Milwaukees Best Ice and Old Style). He showed up the next day at 3 oclock. We grabbed some gear from my crib and went to Rob’s to grab all his drums, the amps and the PA. I knew there would be mad kegs at the party but you know I’m always prepared: I ‘stole’ a cooler that had been chilling in the back yard of my condo for over a year and cleaned it up the night before, and filled it with 2 King Cobra 40s and a 6 pack of the worst beer I’ve ever seen in my life, ‘Golden Anniversary Beer’. We stopped for some ice at Shell on the way to Dylans (of course I took 2 bags even though I only paid for one). We got to Mohles and there were just a few people there including Dyland and Jim Washburn. We loaded in and Joe roughly set up Rob’s drums. I set up the PA and amps and got the 4-track ready. Hilger showed up in a little bit and Rob showed up a little bit after that. By the time Rob showed up it was probably about 5:30. Dylan had a whole spread of awesome food set up for when people got there, but he let me mange early since I was starving (plus I’m ‘in the band’). I scarfed down some mostocholli and BBQ chicken wings which was warmed up in the microwave by Dylan’s mom. I went back outside and people were starting to drink a lil although there was still very few people there. I then went inside to get ready. I stuck my head in Dylans shower and gelled/moussed up my hair and combed it forward into a mighty devilock. I put some black paint around my eyes then to top it off I poured some of my all natural fake blood into my mouth and let it drain out over my chin and down my body and shirt. When I decided I looked scary enough I went back outside. The look was still not complete so I poured more blood in my mouth and also over the back of my neck. It was dripping everywhere very nicely and I was content.
We played a short set for basically no one and then took a break. We later jammed a bit more but were cursed as the opening band and hardly anyone saw us. But in the end it was worth it as far as I was concerned since we were not rushed and could really relax up there.
I’d like to give a quick shot out to Dylans girlfriend Jenny. She was in my ‘homeroom’ (although we called it something else and now theyve done away with it completely) in high school and was never a cunty bitch like alot of other hot chicks were to me in high school. She worked her ass off for days before decorating and getting shit ready and thoughout the party truly played the part of hostess to a ‘T’. I want to thank her for all her hard work as I defiantely appreciated it and everyone there did even if they didn’t acknowledge it.
Well we played the obligatory millions of Misfits songs and a bunch more. We opened, closed and played one other time the song ‘Halloween’. There were some little kids there. When we first started, and after we took our little intermission, they said how ‘it was very loud and I was singing too close to the mic’. Future sound engineers, let me tell you. But strangely, as the show went on, they started to love it, dancing all around and screaming uncontrollably thoughout the songs, during every song! After some convincing, we got em to talk into the mic a little bit which was great. Check em hear throwing the goat — the vampire one is only in 2nd grade! Low Profile probably ruined her for life. My girlfriend showed up in her costumer: which was her idea, but I helped engineer it and also added the blood. Click the pic and youll see what I mean — bloody tampon. Heres another one. Alot of people seemed to be disgusted by it, but I was so taken with its originality that even now it hasnt dawned on me that its gross. The smoke machine, which I had brought to only 1 other gig (the Mutiny — but I put too little smoke juice in it and it was real weak) kicked ass as I dumped about a liter of smoke juice in there before we played, it was cranking for a long time. I even taped the remote control to my mic stand so I could jam on it during songs real quick here and there.
Well at some point Tony Perry asked to use our PA. I told him he should have asked in advance but it ended up that they had their own. Tony complained that his was a ‘piece of shit’ but he had massive speakers that were at least 4 1/2′ high! It was loud as hell so I didn’t understand why he wanted mine and still don’t. I’m just happy I didn’t have to provide it. Tony was dressed up as ‘Fat Elvis’ and his band Triple Lindy (the remanants of Out of Time) was pretty decent.
Well during this time I was drinking some keg beer and taking down Jello shots. Jenny was carrying around trays of em and I had at least 3. I started buzzing pretty hard for whatever reason.
At some point I cracked a King Cobra and later some Golden Anniversary Beer (when I saw matt boyle of carmapgin armando swillin an old style, I knew he was down with the bad beer — so i had to hook him up with one). The fake blood was mad sticky all over me and the top button on my only 3 times worn new camo pants busted off. I was getting pretty hammered. The other bands played well past midnight and it got a little blurry. Hilger used to be in a band called Socially Unnaceptable with 2 of the members of Campaign Armando back around 95 or 96 so he demanded I take this pic of their ‘reunion’. Socially Unacceptable I used to go see before I even owned or ever picked up a guitar, so go figure. They were real cool, musically and personally.
Around 1 am most people were gone and so was the beer (4 half and quarter barells). I went down into the basement and started eating mad cold bbq wings, i was eating the meat off in 1 bite each and tossing the bones into a massive heap. then i crammed a massive cold beef sandwich down my throat. i ended up staying up to 5 am and getting completely sober. i wanted to do laundry right away cause i didnt know if it would be bad if that shit dried all over me. my hair was greasy as fuck and that black eyemakeup is a bitch to get off. ill admit that this review is a little weak but i wrote a ton that night then didnt touch it for a while, now its monday night and i figure i better fucking post it. some times too much happens at the best shows and its hard to write it all down. this isnt too bad.
well looks like every 5 years so dylan, thanx again and well see you in 2008.
–satan165
