the others - srhs talent show 11-12-98
. . . We got there an hour earlier than when the main chick who was running the show asked us to be there. We set everything up to the side of the stage so moving would be instantaneous (or close to it). Everyone showed up slowly. Darkside set up their drums in front of our drums, even though they'd be used in peter/gilby's act which was before darkside by a long shot. after several repetitions of 'get your fuck out of here', finally jerk-off drummerboy from darkside moved his shit. (actually, i was as polite as possible when i asked him...). after about 70 million years of a little jamsession with some other band that no one knew, we all got ready for the show to start.
. . . Peter/Gilby/Scott were really cool (the name of the group was the jigglers), i normally dont like too much rap but it was catchy and had some cool funk in it. Unfortunately their guitarist had a heart attack and was unable to finish the song. I guess thats what you get when you work so closely with gilby :).
. . . Harbinger was hillarious. I grabbed the camera and after they changed from their evil black clothing to their hippie and clown getup, i ran onstage and pretended to be a cool-ass paparazi guy, and i gave the crowd a cool thumbs up (undoubtable the highlight of the show.) After the drumset was decapitated, i promised kenn he could have my old broken 22'' crash that i wasn't using anymore (i think i smacked the broken 18'' crash i gave him a little too hard). So there goes harbingers sound, even louder and deeper than before. I swear one day we'll get kenn behind a 6 foot tall bassdrum with gongs and a tiny 12'' picolo snare, 38'' hihats blazing in fire.
. . . Then came darkside (i'm actualy skipping a lot of acts, but i dont think you'll mind.). i must say that having recorded these guys and letting them play at a concert i've run, the nicest guy is undoubtably the bassist (john i think his name was, i suck at names so oh well...). He's only the nicest because he's the least dick. Everyone else in that band will turn on you in a seccond if you aren't convinient. Erik anderson suprised us all by wearing the exact same pants he wore the tryouts, yes.... the adidas "i'm not waring anything underneath/look at my limp dick" brand pants... oh god, i still get shudders.... or are those dry heaves? oh well... so after their song of hate and bending over showing your underwear, i was left completely suprised... i figured that erik andersons style of singing (can we say... i shredded my throat, am currently bleeding, but boy do i sound evil?) would at least leave him with a tracheotemy (sp?) if not bore him to death... his 'melodic' parts are never consistent, and theres deffinately no sense of dynamics or versatility in his style... but if you like evil, anger driven music- and nothing else- then i guess he's your man...
. . . Then we played... not much to say, except everyone decided scott's drum solo was worth sticking to the ceiling at the sistine chapel... i was too busy moving my p.a. speakers forward to give me more room to -erk- around, but it didn't sound bad... i think i fucked up the singin on the bridge, so i just made up words on the spot, it seemed to work fine... in the end i made up some singing (instead of pissing the talent-show people off by playing incest after funk, we decided charma would treat us better if we just extended the out-ro) and yeah, it was fun because i said something along the lines of "we never wanted this- we gave up our souls, our hearts, our minds, and our babies all for you" and i thought it was pretty sick.. but thats just me hyping myself (something i get a lot of practice at)...
. . . All in all, it was fun... i'd say we did really well... we didn't win, but who cares? the judges were proabably out deliberating when we were playing anyways (being the last act has its disadvantages), but getting to play is pretty cool...

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