place: CULTURE ROOM

year: 2006

shirt worn: FEaR FactORY

type of show: official

bands:

FEaR FactORY

SUFFOCATION

HYPOCRISY

DECAPITATED

went with: Brian Hession, Dan Grant, & Cassie Craig

show was: blaaaah

entry:

Alright. Same deal. Same intro. It was in my first semester of college. It was on 11/4/2006. I woke up at Teresa's house. Cory lives with her. I walked past the bed that they were both still sleeping in and went into the bathroom to get changed for work. I got into my fye uniform. I came out of the bathroom and Dan was standing there. He was like "Travis?" and I was like "yah, now you get here?" He lives there too now. It reminded me of the scene in PULP FICTION when Vincent comes out of the bathroom and then Butch loads him an uzi. Anyways, eventually everyone had awoken. They all waited with me at the bus stop in front of their house. The bus finally came and I went to work. At one point I was on the register and there was a never-ending, long line of customers and Alex Adler cut in front of all of them, picked up a small item on the counter and was like "How much is this?" and I'm like "a dollar." He'd pick another thing "How much is this?" and I'd say "two dollars." It just went on like that for a while and finally his girl friend was like "leave him alone he's working." I didn't get anyone to subscribe to any magazines or backstage passes.....I can't believe those bastards who don't wanna get ripped off. I got pizza for lunch, and Julya hooked me up with the free shit at STARUCK'S as usual. I finalized the plans with everyone on the phone. Onward! So, when I got off work, I called Brian and he came to get me. He had successfully convinced his mom to let him borrow the mom mobile since his car can't support more than three people at a time from that accident. Dan and Cassie were already in the van. We stopped by my house so I could get my ticket and change. Then we headed to Ft. Lauderdale. Cassie was in the front. Me, and Dan sat in the very back of the van and the put the seats in front of us down and propped out legs up on it. We pretended we were in the Black Bird and we talked about comic books all the way down. When we got there I was the only one with a ticket so, we had to wait in separate lines. Me and Cassie communicated through texting. Chris Anchors and Bleak showed up. There's this white kid who lives on my street named Dan. They brought him. It was his first show. For some reason it was absolutely freezing inside. I got a Shirley Temple upstairs at the bar on the balcony. Shut the fuck up, we all know that Shirley Temple is way cooler than Roy Rogers. The place was carmped and packed as usual. DEACPITATED was fucking awesome. There was a mighty pit. When they were done, HYPOCRISY played. I've been waiting while to see them. Their evil laminated the whole club. It was fucking the shit. SUFFOCATION was soooooooo mother fuckin siiiiiiiiiiiiiick. They had the most brutal pit of the night. They look so bad ass too, I mean the singer's a bald buff New Yorker dude, one guitarist and the bassist are long haired metal head white boys, and the guitarist and the drummer are these bad ass black dudes with long dreds. After the first song, the singer was like "Oh my God, I can't belive I'm here. I think I've died and gone to heaven." At another point he was talking about how South Florida is home to all the legendary death metal bands like CANNIBAL CORPSE, DEICIDE, MORBID ANGEL, OBITUARY, DEATH, and so many others and how he was so honored to be playin here. FEaR FactORY was fuckin awesome. Burton C. Bell was using a voice effects pedal the whole time. When he'd talk in between the songs you could tell that he had lost his voice. I was getting squooshed up against the front of the stage for the first half of their set, but for the second half I was on the edge o the pit. I noticed the 93 Rock girl. I wanted to kill her. The club was all singing their songs. The best part was when they played Cyberwaste, and before they played it, Burton goes "NOTHING" and the whole venue goes "YOU SAY MATTERS TO US" and they kicked in the song. Afterwards, we went to Denny's. When we were sitting waiting at the table we got to talking about Alena and Joe, and then i used inappropriate words right when the waitor came over and he was lie "Alright, if we clean up the language I can take your order, if not the trooper will show you where to go," and I was just like "alright." He was smiling the whole time. I'm hope I'm never working a shit job like Denny's when I'm his age. I can't get arrested for cussing. If there's one thing I hate more watching girls break my heart, it's Jesus crispies, and  I've grown up with them. A few minutes later I was crying for no apparent reason. Um, I sat in the front on the way home. Dan and Cassie fell asleep in each other's arms in the back. We continued the Travis Fucking Finch soundtrack from ATREYU to 2pac. We dropped off Cassie and then we all spent the night at Brian's house.