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it’s music for the caveman
For the millionth year in a row, I did not dress up for Halloween. In fact, I didn’t even go out on Halloween. Friday, October 30, at the War Room was enough costumed revelry for me this year.
Every year I consider dressing up as Phyllis Diller. I still haven’t. I suppose it could be argued that I had on my cougar costume this year.
Soundcheck was at 7pm, and we got the night going with cold bottles of High Life and some shit talking. There was a weird black dude onstage when I arrived, and it took me a minute before I recognized him. It was Thomas, fresh off a whirlwind trip to New York.
It was shocking to see him without all his hair. After defeating Radjaw in the epic Beard Off battle this summer, I didn’t think he’d ever get rid of that beard. Not to mention that wild head of hair.
All signs were pointing to a helluva night.
Champagne Champagne and Mad Rad both decided to wait on revealing their costumes until their performances. Peter tried his on, though.
Swerve was a cowboy. I just so happened to have a hat in my trunk for him to wear. You never know when you might need a cowboy hat.
Lieutenant Dangle had on some seriously obscene shorts.
Our friend Mike McGinn stopped by, and caught the end of Champagne Champagne’s excellent set. You might know him. He’s running for Mayor, and was out and about on Capitol Hill for the evening. There are an awful lot of issues pertaining to nightlife right now, and I appreciated the fact that he was making the rounds and checking things out.
T-Mo gave him a shout out from the stage. Never underestimate the zombie vote.
We were at capacity all night.
Shortly after midnight, I introduced McGinn to the crowd. With the help of Gabe Morgan, he implored the assembled masses to get out the vote. And then, he called my boys to the stage.
“Welcome back to Party Mountain, Mad Rad,” McGinn said, as they entered the club to the Cops theme song. Wow. I can’t even make stuff like this up.
It wasn’t long before Buffalo was shirtless. I’ve never seen him deliver anything but a truly compelling performance. Friday’s show seemed to take it to a whole new level.
It was the last show Mad Rad will play for a minute. They are working on new material, and spending a lot of time in the studio. We wanted to go out with a bang before the break. Mission accomplished.
I woke up on Halloween at Marcus’ condo, with a broken pair of handcuffs in my purse.
Out For Stardom. That’s how we do around here.
Lots more photos from Rabid Child here.
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life on party mountain
My boys are playing tonight.
You should come.
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we’re the kids in america
On Saturday, Nikole and I took our annual drive to Snohomish. We’ve done it every October for the past three years. It is now a tradition, and one we both love.
Lots of people go up there to browse antique stores. Not us.
My favorite driver got a new whip. She still has the MGB, but the brand new Audi is a whole lot warmer. Even with the giant moon roof open.
The scenery this time of the year is spectacular. Autumn really shows its stuff right about now. So do old timey ladies.
We found a new spot. It’s an old spot, but new to us. There was a band playing inside, in the middle of the afternoon. We couldn’t just walk by without checking it out.
The place was filled with grizzled drinkers, an assortment of parents, and a whole bunch of cool looking kids.
We had accidentally stumbled into a sweet 16 birthday party.
And, not just any sweet 16 party. This one was hosted by the birthday girl’s father, who also happens to be a Bandido.
The place was crawling with colors. It took me a minute before I realized that the balloons were not an homage to autumn.
You can imagine my surprise when I saw the band onstage. It was the Paul Green School of Rock kids, and Chase was singing.
Are you fucking kidding me?! I have known Chase since she was born. I held her in my arms when she was just days old. And, there she was, onstage, wearing a Dead Weather t-shirt and belting out Led Zeppelin.
The kid on the drum kit is eight years old. He murdered it. It was awesome.
You might know Chase’s parents. Regan and Leigh Anne have been my friends for about 20 years. Since the Grunge Years. They are family now, and they sure are doing an amazing job raising their two kids.
We tried to talk Leigh Anne into a Jell-O shot, but she demurred. It’s the first time I’ve ever purchased a Jell-O shot in a bar. They were one dollar apiece, and tasted like solid booze.
There were a lot of dead animals in that bar. Two bears, a couple of deer, and a bunch of other formerly living wild things. We sat on cast iron stools, in the shape of saddles.
That saddle horn is kinda dirty.
I can’t get over how cool those School of Rock kids are. It was really charming.
Don’t believe me? Check this shit out.
Giampino was at this show and he said they almost blew his head off. I believe it. That’s Chase singing, by the way. She is twelve years old. It is well worth watching until the end. I am totally serious. At least watch it until the four minute mark, when they are just going bonkers.
I don’t know if you care about this, but I fixed the photos here. For some reason, you haven’t been able to click on them and make them bigger. But now you can.
One click makes you larger, and one click makes you small.
Very Alice In Wonderland. Or, it could just be mushroom season talking.
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