I love Facebook. I really, really do. It's the most fun you can have with your Friends without actual involvement or interaction in their lives! LOL Take this epic posting on Facebook yesterday from the "Legendary" Rob Ruckus. Seems he got a bit upset with Thee Shitty Bastards last night @ the Double Clown, for talking shit to him from the stage and playing too long of a set. Now, the irony of me posting anything about Thee Shitty Bastards is not lost, but still, I think those ass clowns (sorry Jeff!) may have a point on this one. Ruckus should be called out for this one. He pulled a bit of a dick move. Even his own band mate Turbo thought so. I don't think it's that obscure of a fact that our Local Tiki Surf cover band is quite notorious for, among other things, for playing hours and hours on end, whether people want them to or not, and the gig at the Double Clown on Sat. night was no different. There was only 2 bands playing that night, so there was no need for them to stick to the allotted set time, not that they ever do that anyways, but still. The band was playing, shittily, I assume, and Ruckus decided to start talking shit about them from the safety of being behind the bar, where only a lucky few could actually hear him, and then the band retaliated back, talking shit to Ruckus from the prestigious point of being on the stage with microphones and a P.A., where everybody could hear them, and apparently Ruckus can dish it out but can't take it... hee hee hee He got butt hurt, words were exchanged, actions avoided, fuses put out, and then, to add insult to injury, Ruckus posted this stuff on Facebook the morning after, and it's his right to do so, but that's not even the point of all this; I think it's more about the fact that he erased it from his Facebook wall that makes it worth mentioning. Either it struck a nerve or he regretted saying it, maybe both. Oh, if only the real world were that simplified, where, in a moment of heat or anger, or heated anger, you vent out something foolish in a public forum, allowing others to freely comment upon it and post thoughts and theories and comments, no matter how poisonous and vile and blindly wrong they are, and then suddenly regret said action and hit the magic button and POOF! It all goes away. Ahhhhhhhh... if only. But getting back to the point of all this, is the whole Facebook angle. If you click on the really long picture to the left of these words here (or on top if you're reading this on a cell phone, you Hipsters you!), you can see that Ruckus posted that Thee Shitty Bastards are the worst band in Las Vegas. On that I think we can all agree, no? LOL I know a lot of my friends think that, but they would never admit it. Whatever. But because of the notoriety of being Igor to Dirk Vermin's Dr. Frankenstein on that Bad Ink TV show, Ruckus posting this brought a lot of the Kool-Aid drinkers to his side, with them blindly throwing cheap shots and ugly comments at the band, for no other reason than that Ruckus said so, because Ruckus doesn't like them. Fascinating. Doesn't the Emperor have on the finest clothes? He does, doesn't he? ha ha ha That 20 year old sheeple named Jordan from Canada was a riot, wasn't she? LOL And once people actually started defending Thee Shitty Bastards, basically busting Ruckus' balls over the posting, and then it was gone. Oh whatever. It was funny for a few minutes. Like I said, I find the whole Facebook thing, as a social media experimentation of getting the rats to go through the maze to get their duly earned reward, which is to be a part of the cool. cutting edge group, fascinating. BTW, how's that Ello thing working out for ya? ;-)
The posting continues to the left. If you think I'm gonna write enough words to fill up all this space you're crazy! LOL There were 25 comments I missed from it all, when the really good shit started hitting the fan, and I missed on capturing them all because I was talking to Jesse about the Raiders game. Good game too. I didn't even think I was going to be awake to watch the thing, since I went to bed about 9 o'clock Sun. morning, but there I was, 4 hours later, watching Carr and the last place Raiders give the first place Chargers a fight for their money, with no quarter given. Nothing to be ashamed of in any way, shape or form. I still hate you though, Jeremy. ;-) Fuck the Sharters!! ha ha ha Everything's updated. I added the Pictures of Sham 69 playing at the Dive, click here to see them. I didn't take that many of them, because I wasn't really feeling it. Again, the band was terrible, they really were. In the "It's Probably Only Interesting If You Were There" dept., I posted a bunch more old pix I found lying around to the website, pics from a gig that had Defied (click here to see them), Social Control (click here to see them), and The Peccadilloes (Remember them? Before the alcohol and drug problems and shitty attitudes settled in? If you don't, click here to be reminded of who they once were) playing at the G & L Center, before it became known as The Center, and when it was at it's old location in the Historical Commercial Center District at Sahara and Maryland Parkway, right in between The Green Door and Hawks Gym, a few doors down from The Onyx Theater, which had the best leather bondage gear and The Rocky Horror Picture Show presentation ever, and the Badlands Saloon, which had (or may still have, I don't know - haven't been there in years) the most fun filled drag show I had seen since my days in San Francisco. Yeah, there's nothing better than taking your so-called "straight" Punk friends to a gay/drag bar, which had strong ass drinks for hella cheap, and watching them stand around uncomfortably while the gay shenanigans ensue all around them... LOL Oh, the stories I could tell about the things I saw go down in that parking lot there - ZING! ha ha ha I can't believe they used to let me book gigs at that G & L Center. Remember when Conflict played there, and the riot broke out? Of course you don't, because you weren't there. It was the last night of our Tour with them, and Scarred For Life and Anima Mundi, and the place went OFF!! ha ha ha Lots of damage done to the place, and yours truly got stuck cleaning up the mess and paying for everything out of my own pocket. Needless to say, that was the last gig they ever let me do there... go figure. Such a fun night. The after Tour, after party was Legendary, to say the least. :-) Gawd, I used to be such a nice guy...
I heard nothing but good things about the Tartar Control gig. Not about the opening bands, because none of them advertised the gig, of course, and nor did the Artistic Armory have the gig listed on it's event page - why, I don't know, and I only saw a flyer for the thing the day after the gig, which seems to be a common thing here in Vegas. The flyer for a gig is only posted on Facebook the day of the event, OR, it's posted months before the gig, when no one could possibly plan that far ahead to go to a gig. Who was the Promoter of this gig anyways? I bet it was a guy with a beard. ;-) I was going to go to the gig myself, but there was a band playing on the bill that I don't support in any way, shape, or form, so I stayed away. I'm sure their 2 or 3 fans and girlfriends came in from drinking in the parking lot to check them out when they played - not paying to get in, of course. At least the turnout was good, unlike that Angry Samoans gig @ the Dive on Sat. night. Peee-yeewwwwww! Even with lots of Facebook promotion from the Dive, and one Local band that I saw, Geezus Cryst & Free Beer, who promote the shit out of every gig they play, and they still couldn't get people to come out and see Metal Mike do his karaoke act, but hey - all of you that went can scratch the Angry Samoans off of your bucket list of Cool Legendary Punk Bands I've Seen. Whatever. My best friend has been copping this "I'm bored of this music scene and I'm tired of it's BS" attitude as of late, and believe me, I can easily see why, and when he asks me how do I do it, how do I keep involved with things to the extent that I do, and I tell him a quote that Rorschach from The Watchmen said, just like what used to be written as the byline to the header to this website, "We don’t do this “thing” ’cause it’s permitted. We do it because we have to. We do it because we’re compelled." Yup! :-)
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