As soon as I saw him standing there at the bar, I turned around and left the Bunkhouse.
I didn't need this guy in my Life at this particular time. It's only gonna be Trouble, and I knew it but didn't care. FUCK!, I said to myself once I saw that he saw me walking in.
What the fuck am I going to do now? I thought. I didn't wanna believe it, but there he was, large as a Tyrannosaurus Rex, and looking just as imposing.
My true Friend. My heterosexual Life partner. My ex band mate extraordinaire...
The ex-Hardest Working Man In The Business World.
Standing there with that crooked grin of his and that mischievous look in his eyes. I couldn't recall the last time I saw him. 2 years ago? 3 years ago maybe? No idea. Seeing him made my liver hurt and my jaw ache from laughter. I had already suspected that this evening was going to be something Epic, what with it being the last Punk Rock gig to ever happen at this particular venue and all that, but this was just the icing on the cake. It's important to note the 'Punk Rock' aspect of that last statement, because there is a truly 'last gig ever' happening days later at the Bunkhouse, but it's being played by a shitload of dooshbag Hipster bands that I wouldn't walk across the street to spit on, but I digress. This Tale is one with a Reunification theme. It's the story of what happens when you run into a near and dear friend who you haven't seen in a long ass time, and how things just seem to go right back to where they once were, like no amount of time had passed between you. True Friendship.
He extended his hand to me, and I told him that wasn't going to be good enough, and I gave him a big ol' bear hug. It felt good. I did my Jackie The Jokeman impersonation for him. We both laughed like Idiots. He asked me what I wanted to drink, and I scolded him for forgetting. "Jameson's on the rocks?" he said, and I said of course.
We bellied up to the bar. It was going to be a long night...
And it was. :-)
Rumors. You know I love them. ;-)
So I'm watching this amazing live footage of the Replacements playing at the 7th Street Entry in Minneapolis in 1981, in their utter divine, drunken prime, and they're just laying waste to a club full of people who could care less about them, who are just killing time, waiting to see Hüsker Dü tear shit up a bit after the band is done. They're playing pretty much everything off of Hey Ma... and Stink, plus a few other songs that were never recorded or released commercially, plus a few of their crappy, well played covers, of course, and I'm just amazed at how fucking good they were, are, whatever. Lightning in a bottle. Bands have a chemistry, and once that chemistry is altered, the band is never the same, for better or worse. I saw the Replacements with Bob Stinson at the helm, and without, and it's like comparing apples and oranges. It wasn't the same beast. It wasn't. It was good, but not great. I mean, they had it all for the taking, and they fucked it all up, by choice, mind you, and that was part of the charm of a band like the Replacements. They were literally the 'Band That Should Of Made It Big.' but didn't. They remained relatively unknown, yet Legendary. One of those bands like the Big Boys or the Germs where, once you saw them, you never forgot them, and it makes me sad to think that the 2 surviving members of the band are getting back together under the Replacements banner to play a trio of lame ass festivals both here and in Canada, riding that wave of Nostalgia that seems to be permeating and corrupting the Punk Rock music scene I love oh so dearly. A 'reunion' tour is soon to follow, I'm sure. Look, I don't give a fuck that you never got to see Black Flag or the Replacements or Infest or whoever. You were born 30 years too late, and that sucks for you, but instead of looking back to the past with your rose tinted glasses, bemoaning the fact that your Music Scene today sucks, and how things were oh so much better 'Back In The Day', why don't you try looking in the Present and finding the Replacements or Black Flag or Infest of today. They are out there ya know, but I doubt you're gonna find a Soundcloud or Bandcamp page for them. No, you're gonna have to get off your ass and find them yourself. It's not gonna be spoon fed to you like everything else today is. It's not gonna fall into your lap like a Candy Crush game invite on Facebook. It won't be a convenient and painless excursion like a trip to Hot Topic for hair dye and a Misfits tee shirt. Nope. If you wanna find it, you're gonna have to work for it. You're gonna get your hands dirty, and you may bleed a little bit, and you might end up with a pretty gnarly scar or two from it, but you know what? It'll be worth it, I promise you. It will be worth it.
Everything's updated. There's loads of stuff going on this weekend, like the D.I. / Guilty By Association gig @ the LVCS on Fri., or the big Punk Rock BBQ thing going down at the Bunkhouse on Sat., with like, every band in the Punk Rock scene in Vegas playing, but what's the point in telling any of you that. You're just gonna sit on Facebook all weekend, feeling snarky and posting smug comments on bland, every day thoughts and observations and opinions no one gives a fuck about, and posting pictures on Instagram to verify your uniqueness and to express yourself artistically, and remembering to hashtag everything because Facebook and Twitter are both lame like that. Whatever. I'd like to think that I'm going to see some of you at the gigs, but I know I'm not going to. You're gonna go on a bicycle ride with your denim vest wearing dooshbag buddies or sit around the tiki bar sipping sugary frooty girl drinks while discussing the latest Game Of Thrones episode, or just staying at Home and watching Netflix because you're tired. Ugh. Sometimes I wonder why I even bother...
Oh yeah. That's right, I forgot. Much like my Hero Rorschach, I do it because I'm compelled. :-) See ya around!
GO TO THIS GIG TONIGHT! The Gawdz will bestow upon you a thousand sexy sheep of your own choice of gender if you do so; either that or 5 selections from the Burger Records catalog, whichever makes your limp dick cum more...
I'd love to go, but unfortunately, I have band practice. And by that, I mean I'll wait around to see if anyone shows up to band practice... heh It's fucking hot outside today. Not as hot as it has been these past few days, but still. Hydrate, that's all I can say. A nice sugar free Slurpee does the trick for me. ;-) Everything's updated. New photos of Unfair Fight playing @ Pokers Tattoo Parlor just posted up, and you can click here to check those out. They came out pretty good, but what do I know?
Man, Weds. night gigs are the biz! :-)
I had sooooooo much fun last night! Much better turnout for a mid-week excursion than I thought there would be, and seeing soooooo many beautiful, happy, brightly blonde and freshly sober faces that came out to check out the gig was marvelous. Jenn, Alex, the guys from Deadhand, AJ, Dean, Bob, of course, and anyone else I'm forgetting, big Thanx to you all for coming out and making things fun. It was also Billy from Guilty By Association's birthday, so there might of been some drinking and drugging going on in the vicinity, but my memory is a bit hazy on the details... heh heh
All the bands that played were exceptional. Aluminum Falcon debuted their 'Wall of Sound' stage configuration last night, and guess what? Everyone said we were loud - good and loud! Go figure, right? And the band after us was War Called Home, and they were pretty good. Their front man can certainly sing. Jeremy used to be the bass player in that band, and I can see why - lots of riffing and noodling involved musically. I dug 'em. The band from Oakland called Weekender were up 3rd, and they sounded A LOT like Thursday... that's all I'm saying. ;-) Their drummer carried his cymbals in a Godfather's Pizza delivery bag. You gotta love that. And TheCore (or TheCore., or The Core, or however they're spelling it these days) played one of the best sets I've ever seen them do. The mix was great, the energy level on stage was through the roof, and they sounded fucking great. Those of us who stuck around The Dive (or Favorite's, or The Divebar, or whatever they're calling it these days) were treated to an impressive set of Music from those guys, and that's saying a lot from someone who's seen them quite a few times in the past. I was beyond hyped. It was definitely worth the wait. They closed the night down with their cover of True Believers by the Bouncing Souls that had everyone in the place singing along and rocking out. I headed for the door when all that happened... heh
Everything's updated. The Dirty Panties, The Quitters (of course), The Seriouslys and Tiger Sex, a band featuring Kei from the Tinglerz on guitar, are playing the Double Clown on Fri. night. If you got nothing better to do, it's a pretty good line up to check out. :-)
OMG! OMG! Oh em GEE!! I love waking up at the crack of 4 in the afternoon and finding out that one of my favorite bands has released a new song for us all to listen to, and boy is it a dooozy! The sexy beasts in Deadhand have posted a brand spanking new song on their Soundcloud page called Giving Up The Let Down and it's a killer. It's part NOFX, part Weezer, and it's all 100% kick ass. Give it a listen and see what ya think!
The best things in Life are always worth waiting for, and new music from these guys is all I'm pretty much living for at this point... LOL I'd love to pontificate upon that longer, but I have double band practice duty to perform today, because my band mates are a bunch of insecure dooshbags who can't seem to find the will or the want to practice on separate days. No, they all wanna practice on the same day, at the same time, and I'm just supposed to go along with it like the idiot that I am. Oh well. Enjoy the tune. I gotta go. Oh, Aluminum Falcon is playing with the bearded men of TheCore tomorrow night @ Favorites, The Dive, whatever that place is calling itself this month, so, if you have nothing better to do on a Weds. night, come on out and hang. It's gonna be interesting, to say the least... ;-)