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Never mix whiskey, tequila, vodka, rum, and weed all in one night. Just saying... Thankfully Pulsar bought me some Jack In The Crack for giving him a ride Home after the gig @ the Bunkhouse on Sat. I got about halfway through it before I puked it all back up. I haven't eaten Jack In The Crack in a while, and while it tasted good at the time, in my defense I was drunk and starving, and I shouldn't be eating that crap anyways, so good riddance, says I. I passed out in the front seat of my car, parked a few houses down from the Lonnie Hammargren estate, listening to Venom on my iPhone. :-) How I got there? I have no idea... lol  Yeah, that Punk Rock BBQ thing was pretty cool, except for the fact that A), there was no fucking BBQ to be found there, and B), it started at 8 pm. Who the fuck starts a gig at a bar here in Las Vegas at 8 pm? Jeesh! I thought I was getting there early to do some tailgating' in the parking lot at 9:30, but the gig had already been going on for a little bit, and I had already missed The People's Whiskey, who were one of the bands I was hyped on seeing! FUCK!! Why the Hell were they playing first and some crappy band nobody knows or gives a fuck about like Ambush Americana given the primo later slot on the bill? Ahhhhhh, whatever. There were more than enough fantastic bands on the bill to keep my mind off that minor, annoying complaint. Mersa was raging full on inside the joint when I got there, and both Jeremy and Dean came up to me while I was checking out Mersa and taking pix of the band, and after a bit we all headed to the bar, which was the recurring theme of the night after a bit. Everyone and their Mom was out and about the place. Either they were playing the gig or they were just there like me, hanging out and having fun. Like I said earlier, every band killed it, but man, the fucking dude running the sound for the outer stage just sucked balls big time. I almost thought that Bob was running the sound there for a second, it was that bad. And that annoying ring coming off the snare... UGH!! But despite all that, the bands were all bringing their A-Game, some better than others, and some succeeding, and some just sucking. Surrounded By Thieves fucking slayed it though, getting a rowdy pit going in the process, and I'm really digging the 2nd guitar player for Unfair Fight. He fattens the sound up and gives Chris more time to noodle away. I dig it. They were easily the best band of the evening, hands down. I dunno why people didn't like the Happy Campers. I mean, that click track stuff the drummer was doing was lame, but I thought they were pretty good. And after finally seeing in person the band Lambs To Lions, I'm glad I've missed out on seeing them as long as I have. In their defense they seemed to be nervous, drunk, whatever, and they had some technical difficulties killing their momentum, so, whatever. Maybe they'll do better next time. I spent most of the evening bellied up to the bar, drinking my ass off and just hanging out with a gaggle of Friends both old and new, and I even made up with a couple of people I had some Drama with for years, which was interesting, to say the least. I think that's the secret, to catch me when I'm drunk, and I'll pretty much forgive you for anything... hahaha I did stop chatting and drinking long enough to check out the bands playing inside though, and I saw War Called Home play an impressive set of Fat Wreck Chords sounding material that's a welcome addition to the scene stew we got going on here. Their material is catchy as fuck, and the singer's dorkiness is cute. ;-) Burning Agrestic played a great set too, but I was too busy at the bar carrying on with everyone to get up front and take pictures, sorry guys. I didn't think too much of that Ambush Americana band. What I heard I didn't like, and neither did some other people. For the quality of the performances, from the bands that were good, it was worth sitting through a few moments of mediocrity to watch the diamonds of the Las Vegas Music Scene shine in the summer night. It was a very cool gig. If you weren't there, well, you should've been. Dummies.
Everything's updated. New Pictures of the Bass Line Bums were just added. Click here to check those out. The Bass Line Bums were a band from Texas that played the Bunkhouse on a Tues. evening to nobody except us guys in Aluminum Falcon and Bob and Billy. It was embarrassing but they were good sports about it. We bought merch from them and sent them on their way. And with that I'm on my way back to bed. I'm sleepy. I need rest. I'll tell you about the D.I. gig mañana. :-)
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