I knew the house of cards was going to crumble soon enough. You can't give up over 300 yards on Defense and expect to win games. You just can't. All my fellow Raider fans thought we had it, but I didn't think so. Sure, Carr is having a good run, but a lot of that is Amari Cooper's doing. I think anybody who can get the ball to Cooper would put up good numbers. Our defense does suck though. I was telling everybody all this last night at that Choppercon festival going on at Triple B's. Yeah, that's where I got wasted and things got weird (in a good way) in Downtown Vegas. Ugh. Was I ever feeling it this morning though... man.
Yeah, The Civilians were a last minute addition to the Choppercon festival gig, and I think we did a lot better than expected. Hearing the band members who had to play after us say "How the Hell are we supposed to follow that?" makes everything worth it. I went there knowing 3 people - Jesse, Roxie, and Kevin, and I left knowing a whole lot more, including the terribly rad chick who kept giving me Jack & Cokes for no apparent reason whatsoever. ;-) There was all sorts of stuff going on outside - food trucks, stands and stalls selling everything and anything biker related, and loads and loads of bearded bikers and the half naked, tattooed girls that love them. Everybody and everything was happening outside, which made it a bit rough for opening act Fuzz SoLow. He played his raucous, foot stomping one man band Rock 'N Roll aural assault to a sparse crowd of people who were interested enough in music to come in from outside and check out what was happening on stage. He got the night going right with his set, I dig him. Go to fuzzsolow.bandcamp.com to check some of his music out. The Civilians played next. Too many generous accolades were lauded upon us after our set. Whether any of them were deserved is anyone's guess. I was told that we had some circle pit action going on while we played. That's got to be worth something, right? Right?
The rest of the night after playing the set is a huge blur. I missed Big Daddy Carlos' band Chickenhawk, but seeing Big Daddy Carlos give little ol' Trueland a huge hug right after our set was definitely a highlight of the evening. The band Motochrist just seemed content with massacring AC/DC songs. If Sean And Zander played, I totally missed them, and by the time Rumble King started playing their 50's doo wop Rock 'N Roll, everyone outside was packing their gear up and making plans to continue the party elsewhere, with the majority of us deciding to hit the El Cortez for more drunken shenanigans. Yeah. Fun night. Definitely paying the price for it.
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