This town is a graveyard, and a cloud just landed on me! and it smells really strange... not as strange as the street outside work, thats smelt of spunk for two weeks!
Well, i'm back at home i have managed some sleep and now feel able to regale you with the tales from my weekend......
Edwards in Birmingham, the venue for saturdays show was really good, well organised, good sound, good people made a brilliant change. The show was a gret laugh, nice to have a proper sized stage, i managed to mosh so hard i saw the 5mm stretchy thing from my ear fly past my face never to be seen again! and then i fell into the drum kit! was a little squiffy! After we finished the place turned into a cool little rock club, gothy/industrial ish stuff upstairs and old school stuff downstairs. Got very messy in the best way, much dancing was done... ranging from (not just by me) pogo-ing, moshing, bizarre gothy swaying, industrially stomping, pissed falling over and an alarming combination of zorba's dance, the can can and a Benny Hill sketch! as practised by my mate Ash! Bless him, he spent the night demanding NOFX and Rancid from a DJ who was determined only to play metal, then terrifying all the girls on the dance floor with the aforementioned dance war-crime! I shouldn't mock, i am one of the worlds most self concious and therefore worst dancers. But even i was to be seen treating the crowds to my own version of the funky badger! i also treated the room to a flash of my arse as my shorts were removed in a sly and opportunistic manner!
So yeah all good until..... (why is there always an until, or but?) Walking back to the van, myself and Dave are about 50m in front of the rest of the group, when we pass two massive, shithouse sized bouncer looking fuckers, then we stop to wait for them, we're chatting and i'm kinda aware of screaming before it suddenly dawns on me that it's Hayley screaming, look round to see this asshole swinging at Dean, who has both hands full with guitars, knocking him straight into a lamp-post before kicking him. We dropped our stuff and legged it back but they were gone when we got there. apparently these guys had made some comment about everybody taking up the whole pavement, Skinz said something about just trying to get stuff to the van, giant monkey boy loses it locks onto Dean (who has said nothing and tends to get this shit a lot) and belts him. Was fucked up dude, H was hysterical, Dean did such a good job at calming her down not letting on how bad he was hurt til she was ok, it stupid, something very similar happened to them about 6 months ago too.
People man..... what the fuck, so this guy is pissed off, his girlfriend's told him he's got a tiny cock, his mate can down a pint of stella faster than him, he's dinged his BM and his chino's are constricting his (exceptionally small, wizened, little prune-like)testicles, but have we not evolved enough to not pick on the people in the street with funny coloured hair, piercings and tattoos? are you really that threatened? are you scared of us? do you wanna fuck us, you know deep down, in the depths were you're scared to go motherfucker, Fuck you monkey boy, you were an insigificant footnote to a fucking awesome night, that didn't end til midnight last night!
oh yeah i got my nipple re-pierced on friday woo hoo! it's been ages and i'm really glad i did.
Er... cant think of anything else right now, just needed to rant about that tit for a bit, next time i go out, i'm taking my 'moron impaling stick' with me!
Well, i'm back at home i have managed some sleep and now feel able to regale you with the tales from my weekend......
Edwards in Birmingham, the venue for saturdays show was really good, well organised, good sound, good people made a brilliant change. The show was a gret laugh, nice to have a proper sized stage, i managed to mosh so hard i saw the 5mm stretchy thing from my ear fly past my face never to be seen again! and then i fell into the drum kit! was a little squiffy! After we finished the place turned into a cool little rock club, gothy/industrial ish stuff upstairs and old school stuff downstairs. Got very messy in the best way, much dancing was done... ranging from (not just by me) pogo-ing, moshing, bizarre gothy swaying, industrially stomping, pissed falling over and an alarming combination of zorba's dance, the can can and a Benny Hill sketch! as practised by my mate Ash! Bless him, he spent the night demanding NOFX and Rancid from a DJ who was determined only to play metal, then terrifying all the girls on the dance floor with the aforementioned dance war-crime! I shouldn't mock, i am one of the worlds most self concious and therefore worst dancers. But even i was to be seen treating the crowds to my own version of the funky badger! i also treated the room to a flash of my arse as my shorts were removed in a sly and opportunistic manner!
So yeah all good until..... (why is there always an until, or but?) Walking back to the van, myself and Dave are about 50m in front of the rest of the group, when we pass two massive, shithouse sized bouncer looking fuckers, then we stop to wait for them, we're chatting and i'm kinda aware of screaming before it suddenly dawns on me that it's Hayley screaming, look round to see this asshole swinging at Dean, who has both hands full with guitars, knocking him straight into a lamp-post before kicking him. We dropped our stuff and legged it back but they were gone when we got there. apparently these guys had made some comment about everybody taking up the whole pavement, Skinz said something about just trying to get stuff to the van, giant monkey boy loses it locks onto Dean (who has said nothing and tends to get this shit a lot) and belts him. Was fucked up dude, H was hysterical, Dean did such a good job at calming her down not letting on how bad he was hurt til she was ok, it stupid, something very similar happened to them about 6 months ago too.
People man..... what the fuck, so this guy is pissed off, his girlfriend's told him he's got a tiny cock, his mate can down a pint of stella faster than him, he's dinged his BM and his chino's are constricting his (exceptionally small, wizened, little prune-like)testicles, but have we not evolved enough to not pick on the people in the street with funny coloured hair, piercings and tattoos? are you really that threatened? are you scared of us? do you wanna fuck us, you know deep down, in the depths were you're scared to go motherfucker, Fuck you monkey boy, you were an insigificant footnote to a fucking awesome night, that didn't end til midnight last night!
oh yeah i got my nipple re-pierced on friday woo hoo! it's been ages and i'm really glad i did.
Er... cant think of anything else right now, just needed to rant about that tit for a bit, next time i go out, i'm taking my 'moron impaling stick' with me!
acwildheart:
Yeah, we had that at one of the gigs in my last band - we'd done the booking plus support bill ourselves only for the bouncer to disappear into the bookies half the night leaving me and our bassist and guitarist to sling out any undesirables who tried to get into the pub. When we finally paid him the pay packet was twenty quid lighter and our bassist and guitarist stayed behind to explain this while me and the drummer loaded our gear back into the car. About 15 minutes passed and no sign of 'em so we decided to wander back down to the venue and sent the other two a text message to tell 'em. The penny kind of dropped when the reply came back of "If I was you I'd start running back towards the car as fast as you fucking can." 
Luckily we gave the great neanderthal the slip and got outta there as fast as we could but suffice to say we never played that particular dive again. 
Luckily we gave the great neanderthal the slip and got outta there as fast as we could but suffice to say we never played that particular dive again. 
antenna:
thanks 