So the Dethklok show was pretty awesome. The roommate and I got in line at about five o' clock (three hours early) and after doing the peepee dance for a bit I wandered over to the Union 76 on Burnside. First thing in the door I noticed the soda coolers were locked. And not just that cooler, all of them. The attendant explained that the crackheads will take anything not bolted down. Talk about culture shock.
After I pissed in The Restroom Of A Thousand Shoot-ups, I started back to the Roseland. I saw a crazy guy walking down the street hollering about how he "would not be defeated!" and other nonsense. Awesome. I returned to my place in line in time to hear Dethkloks' soundcheck. They played a few tunes, then Chimaira came up. I pretty much toned them out until they started playing this:
Soon enough we were in and seated in the balcony, stage right. Why wasn't I in the pit? Because I'm a giant pussy and I hate getting elbow shots in the gut and face. The balcony was pretty dangerous though, as the rail came up to just below my knee. A vigorous standing headbang could be enough to topple one over the edge, and the two emo chicks directly below me were too emaciated to cushion my impact. Luckily the beer was 4.50, so I wasn't drinking. During the show the roommate and I were the only ones really getting into in the balcony. I stopped headbanging for a moment and saw the bass player was watching us, so I shot him the devil horns and he reciprocated. F'ing sweet.
All too soon enough the show was over, and we made our way back to the car. On the way we were hit up by a crackhead for change, then a few steps later we met the dealer. Charming lad, I believe his name was Upgrayedd. The DD stands for a "double dose of his pimpin'"
After I pissed in The Restroom Of A Thousand Shoot-ups, I started back to the Roseland. I saw a crazy guy walking down the street hollering about how he "would not be defeated!" and other nonsense. Awesome. I returned to my place in line in time to hear Dethkloks' soundcheck. They played a few tunes, then Chimaira came up. I pretty much toned them out until they started playing this:
Soon enough we were in and seated in the balcony, stage right. Why wasn't I in the pit? Because I'm a giant pussy and I hate getting elbow shots in the gut and face. The balcony was pretty dangerous though, as the rail came up to just below my knee. A vigorous standing headbang could be enough to topple one over the edge, and the two emo chicks directly below me were too emaciated to cushion my impact. Luckily the beer was 4.50, so I wasn't drinking. During the show the roommate and I were the only ones really getting into in the balcony. I stopped headbanging for a moment and saw the bass player was watching us, so I shot him the devil horns and he reciprocated. F'ing sweet.
All too soon enough the show was over, and we made our way back to the car. On the way we were hit up by a crackhead for change, then a few steps later we met the dealer. Charming lad, I believe his name was Upgrayedd. The DD stands for a "double dose of his pimpin'"
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So how goes the schoolin? I've been thinking a little bit about checking out the program at Seibel. Have you gotten a sense of what it might be like once you're out?