We arrived on Thursday, so we could register early and get the party started, as for myself I was drunk before I even left my hotel room. I do remember leaving the hotel, but I don't know how I got to the High Dive for the pre FEST show. The line-up was 8 amazing bands, but I can’t tell you much about the show, I do know that I saw Cobra Skulls, the Shook Ones, Off With Their Heads, & Dear Landlord. I vaguely remember jumping around with the crowd and singing along with Off With Their Heads, "I don't care about anyone when the dealers paid and gone and pain is relieved / I'll tie it tight around my neck and kick the chair out with my legs / Because I want to fucking die today / Yeah, die today!" I probably had no business being this drunk at a show. I don't even know how I got back to my hotel room, fuck it! I didn’t get into Punk Rock to remember shit.
Friday FEST Day Number Juan
By the time we got to the pool party Bomb The Music Industry was playing & I was already drunk! The PA sounded like shit, but that’s OK. The fun part of going to the pool party is getting shit faced and making new friends. While bullshitting with my friends I saw the trombonist of BTMI jump off the stage & hop into the pool. Sure, that sounds like a refreshing idea, but with all the fat drunk Punkers in the pool, I assumed it was full of urine, which made it a disgusting idea.
After my soul cleansing poop I headed to Loosey's for Arms Aloft. It seemed like they have gotten a bit more popular since the last time I saw them play & I was glad! There were lots of fists in the air & folks singing along. Call me a sucker, but I love bands that have that Melodic / Post-Hardcore / Gruff vocal sound. I needed a drink so Bethany ordered me a beer; she told me that Rochelle and her met some big wigs from Pabst, who bought them shots. She told me it was obvious they were doing market research on the Punk scene. At this point I ditched Bethany; she went to go see the Soviettes & the Grabass Charlestons play at 8 Seconds, I had punk business at Bar 1982.
I arrived at Bar 1982 just in time for the Capitalist Kids. I was stoked to see that Ron from the Anchor was in that band. At this point in the night, I was fucking wasted… the extremely poppy punk sound of Capitalist Kids was the perfect soundtrack for my party mood. According to my drunken notes I saw Nothing In The Dark & I may have seen Bent Left, but shit got a bit fucked up at this point. Somehow I ended up on the other side of Downtown Gainesville & reunited with Bethany. All of my friends wanted to see F.Y.P. at 8 Seconds, but I've seen them play several times in Las Vegas & I wanted to remember them as the band that played to 50 people at the Elks Lodge, not the band that played to a googolplex amount of people at 8 Seconds. So we headed to Bar 1982 because we wanted to check out Perdition. I wasn't sure if this was the crust band I have been hearing people rave about or some other, so when it turned out that the Perdition that was playing was not the crust band, I was stoked. This Perdition played an awesome set that the kids and this old fuck were stoked on. I have a very fuzzy memory of Perdition's set, but judging from the drunken text messages I sent my friends I really loved them! Perdition's sound reminded me of a mixture of All's Breaking Things LP & later day Samiam. If you get the chance, pick up their CD Hispaniola, their song Gatorade Punch rules! After Perdition's set I stumbled around Gainesville, eating ice cream & pizza. Once again, I wasn't quite sure how I got back to my hotel room.