UK Subs, Sheer Terror, Kiddie Porn, Ultraman, Ludichrist :
Washington DC 1986: PART 1:
So a lot of people are aware of the 9:30 Club in DC. But what a lot of younger people don't know is that it isn't the original club. The "real" 9:30 Club was at 930 F St. NW Washington DC, and was sold in the early 90's to capitalise on the name. It killed a piece old punk/emo/alternative history. Seriosly. If you weren't there, you missed out. Bigtime.
At any rate, what you guys know as the 9:30 Club on V st. was actually another venue back in the day. It was called WUST Music Hall and was rented out by anyone who had enough money and connections to put on a show there. Sort of like a VFW hall that held 2500 people. Lots of great show happened there/
Anyway. At the time I was in a band called Avarice. We played a lot around the scene at the time, but you've never heard of us. I knew a guy that was booking this show at WUST, so I offered to help him out with the show hoping it would get us on some sweet bills in the future. The price you pay.... lol
So I show up at the place at about noon on the day of the show. At this time the neighborhood the club is in is world class ghetto. I get the kick ass job of taking Charlie (UK Subs singer and leader) out for something to eat. He's completely strung out, middle aged (poorly) and weighs about 90 pounds.
So he say's to me. "I want to go to the Colonels". It took me a while to figure out that he meant Kentuky Fried Chicken. So off we go. Middle aged punk rock junkie and 16 year old glorified hanger on. Both of us white, wasted and in one of the worst neighborhoods in North America.
Stangely enough, not only did no one give us shit, but poeple were actually going out of thier way to be helpful toward us because we were so obviosly somewhere we didn't belong. One guy offered to help Charlie up the stairs because I guess he thought he was too sick/old/weak to do it himself.
We walked into KFC and it was like one of those movies where white people walk into a place full of black people and everything comes to a screeching halt. The girl behind the counter could barely take our order. 18 years later, it's funny. Sucked ass then.
So to end this boring ass story, we ate, made it back to the show, and then had one of the craziest nights of our lives.
This is only the intro to this story. The real fun hasn't started yet, Since no one knows (or cares) that I"m here, I'll save the next chapter for whenthere are more people around to read it. Let me know in comments if you give a fuck.......
Washington DC 1986: PART 1:
So a lot of people are aware of the 9:30 Club in DC. But what a lot of younger people don't know is that it isn't the original club. The "real" 9:30 Club was at 930 F St. NW Washington DC, and was sold in the early 90's to capitalise on the name. It killed a piece old punk/emo/alternative history. Seriosly. If you weren't there, you missed out. Bigtime.
At any rate, what you guys know as the 9:30 Club on V st. was actually another venue back in the day. It was called WUST Music Hall and was rented out by anyone who had enough money and connections to put on a show there. Sort of like a VFW hall that held 2500 people. Lots of great show happened there/
Anyway. At the time I was in a band called Avarice. We played a lot around the scene at the time, but you've never heard of us. I knew a guy that was booking this show at WUST, so I offered to help him out with the show hoping it would get us on some sweet bills in the future. The price you pay.... lol
So I show up at the place at about noon on the day of the show. At this time the neighborhood the club is in is world class ghetto. I get the kick ass job of taking Charlie (UK Subs singer and leader) out for something to eat. He's completely strung out, middle aged (poorly) and weighs about 90 pounds.
So he say's to me. "I want to go to the Colonels". It took me a while to figure out that he meant Kentuky Fried Chicken. So off we go. Middle aged punk rock junkie and 16 year old glorified hanger on. Both of us white, wasted and in one of the worst neighborhoods in North America.
Stangely enough, not only did no one give us shit, but poeple were actually going out of thier way to be helpful toward us because we were so obviosly somewhere we didn't belong. One guy offered to help Charlie up the stairs because I guess he thought he was too sick/old/weak to do it himself.
We walked into KFC and it was like one of those movies where white people walk into a place full of black people and everything comes to a screeching halt. The girl behind the counter could barely take our order. 18 years later, it's funny. Sucked ass then.
So to end this boring ass story, we ate, made it back to the show, and then had one of the craziest nights of our lives.
This is only the intro to this story. The real fun hasn't started yet, Since no one knows (or cares) that I"m here, I'll save the next chapter for whenthere are more people around to read it. Let me know in comments if you give a fuck.......
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