Freaking out about your wild 'n' crazy weekend is for people with jobs, but I was whipped in the head with a chain on Friday night and now I don't know any better. That makes two of us here with cranial damage...
It was already nuts when I walked into Death By Audio on Friday. Paige from Cock ESP crashed Future Blondes' set and pissed off some die-hard fan in the audience.
Then I Squelched and got a busted lip, but somehow didn't lose any teeth.
Shit got really disgusting with Cock E.S.P., all flop, thud, smoosh, and crash in a sludge puddle of beer, dirt, and blood. One of the dudes in the band rammed through the crowd with a cop riot shield.
OMG Paige are you OK?
I left for a minute to go make out with someone in a cellar and when I came back Twodeadsluts Onegoodfuck were playing, and there was a ten-foot radius of space around them. "Pussies!" I thought. "What could they possibly be doing that's so brutal? Ooh, I'm so scared." I took this photo three seconds before that fuzzy li'l leprechaun's left arm swung a chain around and crunched me on the side of the head. Ouch.
He clearly felt really bad about it afterward, so that was cool.
I wasn't bleeding so I held out for White Mice. There's nothing quite like harsh noise to soothe throbbing head trauma.
Miraculously, I woke up the next day with only a minor lump. Sure, I felt like a mental cretin about to barf any second but that kind of vibe goes over well at parties. So I went to the AIDS Wolf show at Market Hotel. Akiko from Pre helped me get over that whole nausea thing.
Psychic Ills rule!
I headbanged so hard during Pre I felt like the soundsystem, which was literally smoking and on the verge of a total meltdown.
Akiko! What happened to your leotard?