Music, Magic & Urban Fantasy
From the introduction:
As Henry Rollins said, once you’re up on stage in front of a crowd, absolutely nothing can go wrong.
Whatever happens – falling light rig, sudden cramps, out-of-tune guitars – you roll with it. Gotta piss? Hold it in. Feel like your lungs just collapsed? Suck it up, cupcake – you’re living the dream, and these folks paid good money to see you enjoy it. Unlike Hank, I never knocked myself out onstage. Still, some things are worse than public unconsciousness.
So there we are, opening for Faith and the Muse at the Psychlotron in Rutherford, August 15, 2009. Great crowd, fucking huge, mad as hell and wild for a good time. It’s hot and loud and we’re laying down thunder like you wouldn’t believe.
William Faith himself had given us our intro, so we had the crowd from Word Go. Chipper was making sawdust of her drumsticks, wearing through them like a psycho lumberjack. Brian, as usual, was beating his head against the bass amps, and Dervish made her Fender sing in that strange pitch halfway between a growl and scream. I had one green Doc planted rock-god style on the monitor, and a sea of hands reaching up and out like some stygian tide. In short, it was fucking awesome, and nothing could go wrong.
About that thought...