Saturday, Apr. 12, 2003 - 1:03 am
Now Paying: Shiner "The Egg"
What an underrated band Shiner was. They recently broke up, and I'm sad because I pissed away the one and only chance I ever had to see them.
So, I'm home. We're home. Michael and I took a last minute road trip out to L.A. to see the Supersuckers and Flogging Molly at HOB Anaheim. We left at one o'clock yesterday, and as of 11:30 tonight, we're safely home. Of course, the usual 3 1/2 hour drive home took 6 1/2 FUCKING hours tonight.
Lame.
So, we went to the show last night. Both bands we're fucking perfect...they both sounded so good. Supersuckers did their cover of Thin Lizzy's "Cowboy Song," and Dave from Flogging Molly sang it with them. It was great. Flogging Molly were exceptional...this is the best performance I've ever seen by them...although I've only seen them 3 times now. The opening band, The Briggs were surprisingly good too. An exact cross between Rancid and Dropkick Murphys. But I happen to like both of those bands, so I like the Briggs. Once inside the HOB for the show, Michael started a tab (thank God for Corporate HOB Comp Cards), and he and I proceeded to drink more alcohol in those 4 hours that I would have ever guessed humanly possible. Jesus Crispies...I remember thinking to myself "man, I'm REALLY fucked up" when I went downstairs to be in front of the stage when the Supersuckers played. And they were only the 2nd band. Ugh. I chatted up the boys in the 'Suckers before the show. Eddie remembered that my favorite Supersuckers song is "Coattail Rider" and he told me he'd try to play it for me that night. I spoke with Dave, their sound guy, and it's looking like I might bring the 'Suckers back to Vegas this Summer.
I ran into this girl I briefly dated a couple of years ago who had moved out to L.A. That was weird.
Michael and I decided when we woke up this morning that we should go to Disneyland.
And we did.
Splash Mountain, California Screamin, Pirates of the Carribean, The Haunted Mansion, The Matterhorn (half of it), Indiana Jones, Jungle Cruise, Big Thunder Mountain...we did it all. Halfway through Matterhorn though, something broke, and we got stranded up at the top of the Mountain. It was great. This lady in the front of the car we were in started panicking because she didn't know what was going on.
We laughed at her.
But, since our ride got cut short, they gave us a line pass to pass the line for Matterhorn (when they got it back working), or to any other ride. So, we decided we'd use it to bypass the (no shit) 2 hour wait for Splash Mountain.
Nice.
So, the last 36 hours were spent driving, sleeping, drinking alcohol, riding rides, watching bands, quoting Futurama (mainly the "Fry & The Slurm Factory" episode), pointing out, and then laughing about all the ducks we saw at Disneyland (and I'm not talking about Donald...there are a lot of "wild" Mallard ducks living in the ponds/rivers/pools/fountains of Disneyland), and laughing, Beavis and Butthead style, about the fact that Disneyland and our hotel were on BALL road.
As Michael said after about the 30th duck sighting (and subsequent Beavis-like laughing fit): "God, we must be the 2 most simple minded people here today."
Yup.
Gotta go to bed now. I'm sunburned and tired. And I have to work tomorrow morning. We have 2 big onsales...Built To Spill and, (lucky me) 50 Cent.
Talk about both ends of the spectrum.
Faith No More's "King For A Day, Fool For A Lifetime" was in my Cd player for the first half of the entire trip. What an underrated album. Fucking every song on that record is so solid, yet so completely different from the previous. Patton's a God.
Patton's my God. Well, him and Doug Martsch, and Matt Groening, and Scott Reynolds, and...
"On the ricochet, it's gonna hit you. It's only funny until someone get's hurt."
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