Art Gallery - Page #2

'Twas the evening of Type O by Chuck Crews 'Twas the evening of Type O and all through the town Excitement was building as the sun sunk on down. Peeps getting ready, dressing with care, In hopes that Lord Pete would give them a stare. Some girls dressed Victorian and some in latex, Some in those backless shirts with sequins all flecked. The dudes wearing pants of denim or leather, Spiked collars and chains, the blacker the better. My girl with her choker and me in my Doc's Had just hit downtown, it was just 9 o' clock. When from the venue I heard such a noise I looked up real quick, "Was it Pete and the boys?" We got out our tickets as we ran to the club The doorman ripped 'em in half and gave us the stub The lights were real dim, the air filled with smoke I paused for a sec, "Type O at 9? Must be a joke" I gazed up at the stage and what should appear Just an opening band so I got me a beer. As I stood at the bar I thought of times past When I'd seen Type O and their opening acts. Quite slowly at first then more quickly they came, My head kinda fuzzy as I recalled them by name: There was Puya and Pist-On, Tiamat, the Deadlights, Fem2Fem, Life of Agony with the guys on those nights. 'Til around 10 PM, starting at nightfall Then "F*ck away! F*ck away! F*ck away all!" As Slitsy who before the show must annoy When in After Dark talking to girls or boys, So now on the stage the roadies they scurry To clear off Coal Chamber's shit in a hurry. And then, in a twinkling, I saw on the stage The roadies preparing, for this was Road Rage! As I got my drink and was turning around From the speakers there came an ominous sound. Then four figures I saw, moving up to their place The lights came up and I saw ol' Pete's face. His black and green bass slung low by its chain And he looked like a Viking or maybe a Dane. His eyes -- how they smoldered! His dimples unseen His cheekbones seemed chiseled, by the lights tinted green. His unsmiling mouth curved down in a frown And the stubble on his face was the blackest around. A bottle of wine on his monitor stood The "red water" within seemed to lighten his mood. He had a lean face and his hair tied right back It looked like he'd just used that "Number 1 Black" Pete was off to the left, while Josh lurked behind To the right, back of Kenny, Johnny Kelly kept time. The volume and reverb during "Love You to Death" Soon gave me to wonder if I might go deaf. They said, "Thanks, good night", and departed the stage The lights again dimmed, for an encore I prayed. Chants of "YOU SUCK" were all that was heard Then back they came and Pete gave us the bird. They played an encore with rarities filled- We Hate Everyone and Cinnamon Girl. Are You Afraid, Suspended in Dusk, Green Man, Red Water, lastly, Black No. 1 Johnny threw his sticks, Pete and Kenny broke strings, While in the back Josh his keyboards did fling. I heard Pete exclaim as he walked out that night, "Negativity to All, And DON'T BE THAT GUY"

Submitted by: Chuck Crews Added to the collection: April 11, 2000 My opinion: A cute little poem - perhaps best read around christmas... or right after a type o show.

Submitted by: Tomoko Saito Added to the collection: April 11, 2000 My opinion: Another nice piece of art dedicated to Petrus.