I finally made it to the Hammer House... Yeah!! The Hammer House Rules! A little wooden shed in the middle of a junk yard... what a deal. It sure was friggin' cold out there though, but thanx to everyone that made the trek for the show... you people rock! The turnout was pretty good, considering the fact that SOMEONE (who shall remain nameless) didn't even make fliers for this gig, even though it was HER birthday party, which kinda sucked for the touring bands, but oh well. It was a pretty cool show and almost all the bands were good. Read the Show Review here to find out which ones SUCKED and which ones were just OK. I only had one question though: Where was the cake & ice cream at dammit? Ya know, I couldn't help but notice as I was smoking and drinking myself silly that the majority of people who were there were regular posters on Airbag. Whether this was a good thing or a bad thing I'm not sure. I was also having fun putting faces to the names I see posting on their regularly... like Marco and his flock of birds which live in his beard (dude, I got that Plugz CD burned for ya... it's at Headquarters) and Stu Folsom, who is a very nice guy. No fights. No drama. Just a bunch of freaks and weirdo's getting together to check out some bands, drink some beers and have fun. Big thanx to the Hammer House crew for giving us the opportunity to get together and rock the fuck out. Cool place... cool people... I liked it
Wowsers... what a night. The show with Icons Of Filth was soooo much fun... a lot better than I thought it would be, that's for sure. Mucho thanx to Katy and her friend for being our merch girls for the evening. (even though Katy didn't share her candy with me... Boooo) Everyone give Katy money, because she just turned 18 years young. Happy Birthday! There wasn't too many people that made the effort to see the show, but that says more about the state of the Las Vegas scene more than it does the bands that were playing. What? Was there something better going on somewhere else in town? Guess so. Anyways, it's always good to play an all ages show, and the fact that there were lots of familiar faces made things even more fun. Since the show was moved to the lobby of the Huntridge, we had the whole general area inside at our disposal. Keil and Pitt got all hot and dirty up on the catwalk that spans the Huntridge roof (they're not ashamed of their homosexual love... and I think it's cute) Spencer kept screaming out CLASH CITY ROCKERS! really loud for some reason. I found this cool super ball, and bounced it and threw it against the wall. Hank was just being his weirdo self. And I made lots of friends every time I smoked a bowl. Go figure. Great show. Thanx to Mike from Clit 45 for all the free stuff. I gave him some drumsticks as an equal trade. It's an Indian thing. I would of traded the sticks to him for some beads if he had any... heh heh heh
Lots of crazy things going on this week. First off is the big Icons Of Filth - Defiance - Loud Pipes show tomorrow at The Huntridge... should be totally crazy. And Mr. Keil is gracing us with his blessed presence again, having just returned from Florida, where he was taking part in some covert C.I.A. psychedelic training... real hush-hush James Bond kinda stuff. You know how it is with these secret agent guys. So if he didn't fry too many of his brain cells this past week, we might get lucky and get a good solid practice in. And I dare to dream that Keil wrote lyrics for all the songs... in between fighting off the mosquitoes of course. The recording of our grand masterpiece, Old Enough To Be Seven, Old Enough To Be Eight is continuing at a snail's pace. Just for the record I'd like to say that the drum tracks were finished a while ago, and they sound killer! Jesse and Kevin did a damn good job on the drums, which is no surprise, of course. Roxie attempted to record her bass tracks last week, but Jesse insists on recording her through some box thingy, and Kevin has yet to bring it over. Booooo. Jesse and Pitt are being Musicians and playing and re-recording and experimenting with tones and tunings and amplifiers and re-recording and AAAUUUGGGHHH!!! I don't think that they'll ever finish their tracks! But in all seriousness, I'm confident that when they're done mucking about, the gee-tars will sound awesome. I know this. The only thing I don't know is when they'll be done! Oh well. Such is the life of a Punk Rock band...
Damn grueling day last Saturday (03/15). We played 2 shows in one day, and it was a very revealing test of durability and stamina for the band, and especially for our new singer Keil. The first show in the afternoon had an 11 a.m. load in time, and although we were there on time, we were doing it really really slow, especially me and Pitt (both of us got NO SLEEP the night before). But the Jagermeister bottle Keil had on him helped. After sound check me and Jesse and Pitt hopped into my car and drove up and down Charleston looking for someplace that sold Newcastle's! The first 2 places didn't have any, but the third time was the charm for us, and with a trunk full of booze we headed off to find something to eat. It was Jesse's idea to go to Arby's... but we had no idea it was manned by the slowest, dumbest mother fucker ever to man a fast food counter. Absolute jackass. It took forever for me and Jesse to get our grub (Pitt just said fuck waiting and hadn't even ordered his food when Doofus Dumbutt finally gave us ours). Back to the Huntridge... passing by the people with "Vaginally" themed signs standing out on Charleston (Honk If You Love Vagina! was my favorite one.) We play the show (to about maybe 20 people?) and pack up and rush to the Skillet 'cuz of the impending threat of rain. We get there... and just sit. Just like you would if you were on tour. We talked... drank lots of coffee, soda, Rockstars and Red Bulls. Some of us tried to nap. Some of us tried to read. But then people started to show up. Lots of familiar faces, so it was a good vibe. It was cool that people made the effort to see the show. By now, all the caffeine was starting to kick in, so that helped out a lot. Played the second show (which was very fucking cool, by the way), packed up the gear and just hung out and checked out The Stitches (unfortunately, SOME of us had to just listen from the outside of the Skillet, as we had our own little dramatic play going on outside... Boooooo!) But from what I heard, they sounded good. And speaking of booooooo's, a big F - BOOOO!! to Rick and his little move of paying for The Stitches out of his own pocket to play the Double Down later that evening/morning. Shame on you dude. So anyways, after the bands were done, we headed back to the Clubhouse and toyed with the thought of going to the Double Down and actually checking out The Stitches, but instead we just sat around and did absolutely fuck all (Although Senor Pitt did go down to the Double Down later to check the band out). We ate Krispy Kremes... compared our injuries from the days activities and just relaxed. It was very cool. It was a band bonding moment... sniff sniff... and it was just too bad that Senor Keil wasn't even there. Oh well. I've rambled on long enough. Now I gotta craving for some MORE Krispy Kremes... they're soooo good!