The Pinkerton Thugs / Lambs To Lions @ Favorites

By Karl Bakla

I actually entertained the idea of going to this show & not drinking, but unluckily for me I ran into one of my coworkers on the way to the show, he informed me that there is going to be more layoffs at work, since my hours have already been cut to zero, my chances of being called back to work are now slimmer than my pp. I was no longer on the fence; I was going to get fucked up.

 When Kurt & I arrived at Favorites it didn’t seem like any Punk Rock action was going to happen, so we headed to the bar & ordered some beer. We drank & drank some more, finally after 4 or so hours of drinking a band called Lambs To Lions began to play. They had a sound similar to Less Than Jake, it wasn’t really my thing, but I did enjoy their cover of the English Beat song Mirror In The Bathroom. I was royally fucked up by this time, so I headed to the toilet to pee, but the weirdest thing happened to me. When I tried to pee my bladder wouldn’t release any urine unless I agreed to poop, but here’s the thing, I am one of those weirdoes that can only poop at 4 star hotels & at home. I was already drunk so I did the unthinkable; I pooped at a public restroom, which was also my first time pooping at a Punk show. I have been going to shows since the late 80’s, so I was glad to discover that there are still new Punk show experiences to be had.

 When I left the bathroom I was feeling unclean & the band Lambs To Lions were still playing, it was a tough crowd, everyone in attendance was more concerned with whatever they were doing, & the front of the stage was deserted. I have played a show like this & I know it’s rough, but they still gave it all they had.

 After Lambs To Lions’ set was over, we were informed that the Pinkerton Thugs would not be playing, but Lambs To Lions would be playing a second set. We decided to bail for the Steakout for even more booze. I don’t know what time I got home, but I didn’t wake up till 6pm the next evening. Sure, I didn’t get to see Pinkerton Thugs, & I was too drunk to drive home, but if my car is still parked off of Maryland Parkway when I eventually get a ride up there, then it was a good time after all.