bring the rock

Well, we brought it, but when we got there things didn't turn out quite as we'd hoped. When we arrived at the venue last night, they'd had a buttload of technical difficulties and everything was running way behind schedule. Also apparently the week before a bunch of nazi youth showed up at the venue and caused a ruckus so much of the regular crowd didn't come last night. We rocked anyway, though, and the guy running things was really gracious and apologetic about everything. The kids who did stay around (we were the last on) were very into it, too, which was cool.

I have to say, though, the entire night just made me feel really, really, really old. All the kids there were nice as far as I could tell, but they were literally half my age or thereabouts and some of 'em were young enough to be K's offspring (if he had any). The whole Starved Seventies look is really off-putting, too. My public service announcement to the gals there: if your thighs don't touch when you stand with your feet together, EAT MORE. I know it's not that simple, but damn. The mega tight pants don't do any favors for these kids who have such sticks for legs. No-touchers just weird me the fuck out.

K. tried to get some footage, but the lighting was weird and I don't think it'll come out well. Dan's roomie took some pics with my digital cam, so here are a few of those.



Oh, and one of the previous bands broke the third mic stand, so Dan had to make due with a precariously hanging/swinging mic suspended from the acoustic ceiling framework. I wish I could say that this is the first time this has happened, but unfortuantely I can't.