Let's Pretend - Germs

I was sitting near the back wall, couple of seats down from the birthday girl Angie and her furry husband Nate, chatting to a whole circle of close friends and casual acquaintances, while the band Nebula X was raging away on stage. Pure Metal with what I believe were lyrics sung in Spanish. It was either that or I was really, really high. They were an odd choice to open things up but somehow it seemed to work. Pretty cool.

Yeah, Angie's birthday party this past Sat. @The Dive was a bit of a surreal night. Place was packed with cool people, great vibes all around, lots and lots of cake and cupcakes, and it figures that it would be the only night I forget to bring my camera is the night that Angie gets naked on stage and sings GG Allin songs with The Mapes... my life is now complete! LOL The Mapes were fantastic, sounding pretty good doing Don't Talk To Me. I saw them play a Mummies cover once. They're pretty good playing covers. Maybe they should do it more often, since writing new songs seems to be out of the question... heh. The band High Anxiety were the surprise of the night, playing some Beardcore music that was an interesting mix of the Violent Femmes and the Dead Milkmen. Plus, they did a cover from the movie The Three Amigos (Blue Shadows On The Trails) which made both Matt and I instant fans of the band. High Anxiety from straight outta Oakland. Check them out. You might dig 'em.

I think it was the bass player from High Anxiety who started lobbing fully ignited rolls of toilet paper towards The Mapes while they were playing. Clay was piling toilet paper on top of his ride cymbal and lighting it on fire and sending it flying everywhere while playing the songs. Toilet paper streams flew left right and every other direction and were just as quickly scooped up into a pile in the middle of the room and kept ablaze like some drunken boy scout overnight camp out campfire. The smoke inside was so thick and dense I heard people cracking Great White jokes. They opened both doors in a vain attempt to air the place out, which helped a little, but not really. The true hardcore stuck it out inside, keeping the fires burning while the Mapes wailed away, playing every song that they could remember how to play before calling it a night. Happy times. Seeing Angie topless on stage with them singing that GG Allin song was definitely a highlight of my life. After that, I think everybody in the place went home and fucked their significant others just a little bit harder than they usually do. Thanks for that Angie! LOL