GWAR was wonderfully stupid/fun as always. Although, the next time I'm at a show where I have my left hand on the speaker and my right hand on the stage, I think I'll remember ear plugs...hopefully the deafness will go away, but if not, it's no big deal. Most people in the world rarely have anything to say that I'm interested in.
After the show, I went to Poodie's, this little red neck bar out in the middle of nowhere. I just figured they'd never had someone soaked in fake blood come in there after a GWAR show. I felt obligated to fuck with them. Alas, they were closed...or maybe they saw me coming and just pretended to be closed.
You remember that old Sesame Street song "One of these things is not like the others. One of these things doesn't belong." That song must have had a profound affect on me as a child.
After the show, I went to Poodie's, this little red neck bar out in the middle of nowhere. I just figured they'd never had someone soaked in fake blood come in there after a GWAR show. I felt obligated to fuck with them. Alas, they were closed...or maybe they saw me coming and just pretended to be closed.
You remember that old Sesame Street song "One of these things is not like the others. One of these things doesn't belong." That song must have had a profound affect on me as a child.
On a side note...I might actually be making it up to Austin some time over this christmas break! If I do, you better make yourself available to throw a few back with me!