Oh The Humanity!!!
Domokos inspecting the Guilloteens carnageHere is an odd feeling. I'm standing by the monitor (stage right) as the Fatal Flying Guilloteens are going through their set. On the monitor, I've positioned a camera atop a Lone Star bottle as an impromptu tripod for stability. I'm framing a shot when a white object flies from Shawn's hand in my direction and my hand is suddenly relieved of the camera. My hand and the Lone Star haven't moved at all mind you - the camera is just gone. I turn and see my little Kodak lying on the ground off the stage about 5 feet back with the lens barrel in an odd position and spend a good portion of the rest of the set trying to get the barrel to get back in place. In fact, I was talking with Jordar Graber ( a real photographer) about this and he just laughed it off. "Oh yeah I've lost two lenses and one flash to the Guilloteens." Yes, let it be known if the Guilloteens are playing, shit gonna get broke. Last night it was my camera.
Cop Warmth display their
soccer fetish with banners
soccer fetish with banners
Craig Warmth cleaning up after their Set.
What a nice lad.
Oh Pioneers bids goodbye to Chris Ryan's
monster drumming with a schweet set.
Whorehound, whose songs sound like the second
half of Black Sabbath's Into the Void. YUSS!
What a nice lad.
Oh Pioneers bids goodbye to Chris Ryan's
monster drumming with a schweet set.
Whorehound, whose songs sound like the second
half of Black Sabbath's Into the Void. YUSS!
Whorehound may have been instrumental last
night but that didn't hurt their set in the least!
night but that didn't hurt their set in the least!
The Guilloteens! Ready, Steady...
..GO!
The aftermath
Next week - The final Proletariat show.
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Looks like my child's bedroom!!!
This may have been the most violent show I've ever been to. I'm not sure how I feel about it. While I appreciate the the Guilloteen's confrontational style, in this case it went a lot further. Maybe it's because they felt that since the Proletariat was closing they had a license or even the responsibility to tear things up. This led to a bunch of macho idiots shoving each other round, culminating in one of them on his knees--literally right in front of me--being punched in the face repeatedly, until his nose was broken and his face was covered in blood. I wasn't sure what I was supposed to do, if anything. And that fight must have been some sort of tipping point, because from then on there was a fight every couple minutes, until the show was finally over.
Yeah, Justin you are right the meathead assholes WERE were out in force on Friday. It was really apparent on Saturday's show just how different the crowd was. I even had a conversation with Tom Adams about how the vibe was so much more positive and happy last night. OPut conclusion is that the people there on Saturday were people who'd normally go to the Proletariat and were there to celebrate the club while Friday you had maybe a dozen macho goons who wanted to start shit.
If I wasn't rushing out to the Saturday show I'd have blogged somewhat on that but I didn't have time. So yeah, musically a great night but audience-wise Friday night blew total ass.
I hate meatheads.
violence is tricky but there is some protocol.
saftety first: don't intervene if the fight is between two similarly sized opponents and you didn't see what started it. this will either see you clocked, or end you up in jail should the law be called.
if you saw what started it and it was clearly right vs. wrong, alert the doorman or a bartender. the soundman cannot help you. hopefully, the house lights will be tripped, the offenders removed, and the rock continues after some funny comments by the band.
i co-organized a hardcore show a few weeks ago that errupted in a punch-a-thon. in this case, there was a clear offender, who was jumped by half the band (yes, they stopped their set and came to the aid of the offendee). that kid was saved by the other organizer, given a stern lecture (and a band-aid) and ejected. and the band played on...
In this case, idiot number one was wandering around shoving people until he finally got to idiot number two, who apparently took it as a personal affront and so turned around and punched idiot number one to his knees. Obviously, idiot number one had that coming, but idiot number two continued punching, well after idiot number one was dazed. Eventually somebody pulled idiot number one away and somebody else helped idiot number two up so that he could stagger out.
Wasn't idiot number one Ramon?
No I was the guy standing by the exit trying to fix my camera barrel and about to say "Hi" to Charles of Balaclavas when I found myself shoved by the bouncer who was struggling with one of the fighting idiots.
"So check it! I'm gonna go to a FFG show, freaking kick some ass, and get my ass handed to me by the bouncer. Ladies love that! I am so gettign laid!"
Whatevs. The macho shit is freaking weak and unwelcome. My reaction at the fight was "Oh wow, meathead fight. Yawn." So I walked past them and went about my business. After I go shoved I just looked at Charles and just shrugged my shoulders. "Eh what ya gonna do?"
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At the risk of being labeled a devil's advocate, I would propose that the machismo which all of you lament, is the very same machismo which often drives the music and the vibe. Yes, sometimes it gets out of control and that's regrettable, just as grannies who lose their ass in the stock market are regrettable: but in both cases, the system that makes it all possible creates some casualties.
So rail against machismo all you like, but you all know deep inside that it is the spice that makes your daily gruel worth swallowing. To prove me wrong, try going without it for a while. Try listening to a steady diet of wholesome, orthodox PC femmie rock, then get back to me after you lie, wasted in your musical deserts, begging for relief from your self-imposed exiles from the grotesque truths of human biology. You will beg for 70s cock rock like a starving child begging for pablum, and you would settle for shitty punk rock or even the Knack. And Lo, your pitiful cries for even a snippet of lead guitar from the Nooge will be heard across the land, so that you might cycle it in your brain endlessly, like a thirty dollar delay pedal, rather than face the horror of another night spent with your old Tracy Chapman tapes.
I would propose that the machismo which all of you lament, is the very same machismo which often drives the music and the vibe.
I know this like an English teacher knows his way around a good simile. The point is that it got out of control. In other words, my beef is with idiots, not the macho. I've been to many of their shows that didn't have that kind stuff going on in the crowd, so I know actual blood is not necessary for the vibe; implied blood works just fine.
Clinton,
I think it all goes back to my first punk show. It was the Dead Kennedy's in like 1982 maybe a bit later at the summer slam a thon. People were skanking in the pit and stage diving and it was all in god fun (people would pick each other up and be cool). It was rough but not violent per se. But there was one asshole in spikes and cowboy boots who was hurting people when he dove or skanked. Biafra, performing on a bar stool as his leg was in a cast, told him to stop. The guy kept going and the next time the guy came up on stage Biafra grabbed him, pulled him over , and beat the shit out of him. Message received.
Was the guy being a toughguy macho meathead? Yes. But Biafra's reaction was a macho one too. My point is that you are arguing a false dilemma here. The choice isn't Macho dickheads or some "orthodox PC femmie rock". It's dickheads or no dickheads.
More importantly Ted Nugent sucks no matter how many times you try to suggest the opposite.
My philo is no body's buv an ass whuppin, beit me or U.
What was the first rule of "Fight Club"?
Duel? How many paces?
Violence is Tricky? What?
I think it's supposed to be read as "[handling, reacting, or dealing with] Violence [at a show] is Tricky"
I saw an FFG show at the Prol a few holiday seasons past that rocked incredibly. I was throwing cross shaped lollipops at them from the sidelines. No fights that I recall. But it was extremely violent and all of their gear ended up in the audience. I thought it was pretty cool that the band ended up being the main victim of their own mayhem.
I find it boring to hear about the band savior who beats the crap out of some guy in the audience as if he had nothing to do with amping the loser up in the first place. Just once I'd like the loser to beat the crap out of Biafra.
I find it silly though, this scheduled rowdiness. Especially the kids who go to shows deliberately to fight. Yes I have an appointment tonight to dance around painfully until I piss somebody off at which point I plan to either have my face crushed or crush somebody else's face. In any event I'll be home early.
It's all nostalgia now too. Hell man some of these kids learned this Dance Craze from their grandparents. It was old and boring when I was in my mid-twenties. Back then people would slam dance to anything. I'll bet they were slamming to Tracy Chapman at Butchfest.
Note that no one took me up on my macho-free rock challenge, but instead used rhetorical devices to avoid the issue. I still say, with the bull, you get the horns.
But putting my devil's advocacy aside, I admit that slam dancers annoy the fuck out of me, actually. But I am getting to where punk rock and its various trappings in general annoy me. Yes, I know I'm old. No, I don't care.
And Ramon, I am going to pretend that you did not disrespect the Motor City Madman, and therefore I will spare you the 15 RJD posts I have ready to rain down on your ass the next time you get out of line.
justin: so you aren't referring to the fight between the two girls? the one where a boyfriend intervened and threatened to shoot the other girl? and then he tried to run over everyone with his car?
sparrow of happiness: i read your comment thinking that bluebird of gloom wrote it. now i have a sound/image burned in my head of you speaking in bullingian.
"wholesome, orthodox PC femmie rock"... if this means bands like the gossip or sleater kinney then hell yes. a real challenge would be to listen to (ahem) electronica.
I missed a girlfight? Damn.
It's a fair cop, guv. Though electronica is much more easily backgrounded than earnest singer-songwriters.
Sparrow,
Bring it on. The Nuge is weaksauce - he's that ketchup masquerading as salsa they bring you at Chuey's that nobody ever uses.
Cat Scratch Fever - That alone would be enough to enter him into the great hall of Suckhalla but no then that asshole has to do that Damn Yankees thing to make sure to wipe in his Dude-Brah ass all over the airwaves AGAIN!
Why Hendrix never came out of the grave and spanked his poser white boy ass (after smoking a hella lot of dope and fucking anything that moves of course) - I'll never know.
Oh it's on!
Sweaty Teddy did Stranglehold, which cancels out any of those other songs/bands you mentioned. And the Amboy Dukes rocked.
You just don't like him because of his politics, but you would never admit it.
I'm glad you brought Strangehold up Sparrow because maybe you can solve the Mystery of the Nooge for me. It's been puzzling me as long as I've been barely able to comprehend rock lyrics.
First of all. In this line:
Road I cruise is a bitch now
You know ya cant turn me round
And if a house gets in my way
You know im burning it down
Wouldn't it be easier to go around the house rather than gathering arsonist acoutrements, lighting it on fire and waiting for it to burn down?
Second. In this line:
Some people think they gonna die someday
I got news ya never got to go
Come on, Come on up
Okay where is he going? And did the Nooge start some fear based religion after this song? Is he immortal?
Stranglehold? Man, I never got into that song sorry and believe me at 13 or whatever when I first dissed the Nuge I didn't know diddly about his politics.
OOOh he's wild on stage! It's a freaking act - he's a dog and pony show with a guitar. Party! Woo!
I mean whatevs I guess he sells overpriced budweiser and coors to a bunch of dudes who still talk about their football days in high school back in the 70s while missing the irony of their "No Fat Chicks" T-shirts hanging over their huge guts. Someone's gotta do it but I sure as hell don't have to listen to it.
(ding)
"and back to you Mr. Heider..."
Oh, I'm sorry, I thought I was about to comment on the Nonalignment Pact. It appears as though I've stumbled across the Pontificating Pussy blog. A thousand apologies, ladies.
Ramon, I realize that in your overcoat-in-summer-slogging, beret-donning, Calvin and Hobbes t-shirt-regaling fantasy world real men hate Stranglehold, but really, loin cloths and juvenile posturing aside, that song is fucking genius. So is Cat Scratch Fever for that matter. Bitch.
I hate local music. Even when you finally show an example of local shows that aren't defined by numbed retards, beers in hand, circle jerking their way into some Houston based dream state, you still find a way to make me hate everyone involved.
Ooh! Violence at a Guilloteens show? Gee whillikers, I'm so scared. Why can't we all just cuddle and sing around a campfire?
Fucking fuck...
Well K, I confess I didn't even know the lyrics to Stranglehold until you printed them out, so I would be hard pressed to explain their meaning...all I know is the song has a monster riff, and some fairly amusing lead guitar. As for his immortality, well, my guess is that "Cat Scratch Fever" will be played in sports stadiums from now until the end of time, so if that counts, then yes. And if that doesn't count, then allegedly getting a hummer from an underage Courtney Love very well might.
And Ramon, for the record, my "No Fat Chicks" shirt still fits me just fine. I had the foresight to get XXL. You can hate on the Tedster all you want, but my guess is that somewhere in that record collection of yours, probably stuck between Men at Work and Frampton Comes Alive, is a mangled copy of "Free For All".
I'm not saying that Nooge is the greatest rock guitar player since Hendrix, or even that he's the greatest rock guitar player from Detroit. I'm just saying that his early stuff is meat & potatoes rock & roll and you'd gobble it up with a big wooden spoon if you knew no one was watching you.
Ooh! Violence at a Guilloteens show? Gee whillikers, I'm so scared. Why can't we all just cuddle and sing around a campfire?
John you ignorant slut, man I wasn't even baiting you this week. The point isn't that it was scary but that it was tedious and distracting. Music on stage good, most of the crowd was cool, but it only a few dorks to leave a bad taste in your mouth. I mean if you want to go see a live show with apes beating the shit out of each other or similar shit then knock yourself out but I touched the monolith and used that jawbone ages ago .
Secondly, Catch Scratch Fever - you are so full of shit. That song is as awful as the hackiest Hanna Montana Girl Power anthem and you now it.
Strangle hold is just tedious to me at least Journey to the Center of your Mind is halfway cool but the Nuge can't leave well enough alone and has to disassociate himself from any drug references. jesus the guy sucks even when he's ahead.
And, Clinto, lets get this straight when you think of detoit what do you think of? That's right not the self proclaimed detroit madman but The FUCKING STOOGES & THE MC5. Hold Ted up to that light and he is exposed for the paper thin cartoon character he is.
So in brief
Journey to The Center of your mind gets a B
Straglehold gets a C-
Catch Scratch Fever gets you a one way ticket to the next 38 special concert where you belong.
allegedly getting a hummer from an underage Courtney Love
Is there anybody Courtney Love won't blow? I mean, besides me.
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Cat (not Catch)
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Stranglehold (not Strangle hold)
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Cat (not Catch)
Sorry Ramon, I couldn't let those typos go by.
And to clarify. You have no point. That, is the fucking point.
Is that vi(n)tage Mac to blame?
those lyrics have been bugging me since I was 13. somebody help me please. and get me out of this ridiculous blog-rank fest too.
Actually I was typing that on the PC but yeah my typing does suck-ass John. Be that as it may, The Nuge still sucks.
What was this post about again? I forgot.
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