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imasage at le Crocodile for some booze and a little meet & greet. She had the honor of being the 18th LJ user I've met in the last 2 months. Yowza. We did some more pre-func'ing at the Lava Lounge with sillyape & Wezendy and some other folks. From there we went to Bryan's apartment and rocked out to some fly ass shiz courtesy of Dj Z-Trip & DJ P...good lawd dats some gooood shiz.
Anyhoo, back to the Croc: reconveined withbizetsy & rockstarbob, where we sat through maybe an hour & a half of bland dj muzak. Finally, at 11:30, the man of the hour, the tower of power, too sweet to be sour Mr. M. Doughty took the stage.
He ran through several Soul Coughing tunes, and then a Mary J. fucking Blige cover (which, funny enough, I had just heard on KUBE's Old School Lunch earlier that day), then some solo stuff, then more Soul Coughing stuff , back and forth. He also through in bits of the Backstreet Boys, Cornershop, and Tonic? Or was is Matchbox 20? I don't know, all those fucking bands sound the same.
About halfway through his set, Doughty revealed to the audience that he had to pee. Apparently he had to pee really bad. He asked if anyone in the audience gould play guitar, and if they would just play an E chord whilst he urinated. A guy wearing a shirt that said "I AM AN OPERA SINGER" got up on stage and took the guitar. I yelled at him to play "Iron Man", which he did for a moment. He then apparently decided to relinquish control of the stage to someone else.
Next thing I know, I'm climbing over the monitors and taking the guitar from Opera Singer. Just as I was getting ready to rock out, Doughty walked back out on stage and shot me a look that said "Er, what the hell are you doing?". I managed to get out a totally bitchen E minor and a "Thank you, good night" before I gave the man his guitar back.
I realized this morning that I have a bruise on my shin from pulling myself up on stage.
Woo. The rest of the show was great, save for the fucking retarded jackasses behind us who refused to shut up, even after being admonished from the stage and by other folks in attendance. Doughty thanked the Opera Guy and me twice. Neat.
I hate hecklers. If you're gonna do it, do it well. Don't wait until you've gotten so drunk that everything comes out sounding like you're ...really drunk. Fucking pricks.
imasage at le Crocodile for some booze and a little meet & greet. She had the honor of being the 18th LJ user I've met in the last 2 months. Yowza. We did some more pre-func'ing at the Lava Lounge with sillyape & Wezendy and some other folks. From there we went to Bryan's apartment and rocked out to some fly ass shiz courtesy of Dj Z-Trip & DJ P...good lawd dats some gooood shiz.Anyhoo, back to the Croc: reconveined with
bizetsy & rockstarbob, where we sat through maybe an hour & a half of bland dj muzak. Finally, at 11:30, the man of the hour, the tower of power, too sweet to be sour Mr. M. Doughty took the stage.He ran through several Soul Coughing tunes, and then a Mary J. fucking Blige cover (which, funny enough, I had just heard on KUBE's Old School Lunch earlier that day), then some solo stuff, then more Soul Coughing stuff , back and forth. He also through in bits of the Backstreet Boys, Cornershop, and Tonic? Or was is Matchbox 20? I don't know, all those fucking bands sound the same.
About halfway through his set, Doughty revealed to the audience that he had to pee. Apparently he had to pee really bad. He asked if anyone in the audience gould play guitar, and if they would just play an E chord whilst he urinated. A guy wearing a shirt that said "I AM AN OPERA SINGER" got up on stage and took the guitar. I yelled at him to play "Iron Man", which he did for a moment. He then apparently decided to relinquish control of the stage to someone else.
Next thing I know, I'm climbing over the monitors and taking the guitar from Opera Singer. Just as I was getting ready to rock out, Doughty walked back out on stage and shot me a look that said "Er, what the hell are you doing?". I managed to get out a totally bitchen E minor and a "Thank you, good night" before I gave the man his guitar back.
I realized this morning that I have a bruise on my shin from pulling myself up on stage.
Woo. The rest of the show was great, save for the fucking retarded jackasses behind us who refused to shut up, even after being admonished from the stage and by other folks in attendance. Doughty thanked the Opera Guy and me twice. Neat.
I hate hecklers. If you're gonna do it, do it well. Don't wait until you've gotten so drunk that everything comes out sounding like you're ...really drunk. Fucking pricks.
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Date: 2001-07-07 02:18 pm (UTC)I've about reached my limit with people talking through shows. I scared a whole section quiet at Mike Clarke, a few weeks ago, when I finally snapped, got up, walked back a couple of rows, and asked a particularly loud couple to let me know if the band was interfering with their conversation. Sometimes I don't mind being larger than average. If they only knew that I haven't been in a fight since I was 8 :).
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Date: 2001-07-07 03:54 pm (UTC)