Sunday, October 2, 2011

Rock n roll.

Seriously. There was some of that last night. A lot of that actually.
Supersuckers played El Crapizon, here in our beautiful city.
The guys were rusty, punchy and backstage, very silly.
I would like to say that most of the people that work at that place are and have always been assholes.
About a year ago I got dragged out (I was standing side stage) and the whole time the guy was pulling me by my arm in a really stupid, rude way. He wasn't talking to me, just dragging me along. I thought about "accidently" falling on the ground, to see if he would still drag my lifeless body... I should have, oh well, there's always next time. The guy said I brought beer in from outside and for the life of me I could not understand how/when/why that would be possible. I said "I'm with the band, I got this backstage" and he said "ya, every girl is with the band- but you can't bring in beer from the outside, you are OUT OF HERE!" he screamed . I was near tears, OF LAUGHTER! The guy was wild eyed crazy. I told him that the Pils I was drinking was the choice of my husband and someone must have brought it in for him.... it's called a "rider". He left me in the doorway to run up and look. He came back down with a plastic cup and grabbed my beer, splashed it in the cup and walked away... there was a time when I would have ran after him, jumped on his back and tackled his ass but I had already missed 20 minutes of the show, so screw that.
Last night I was walking with Scotts girlfriend, out from the backstage and another "security" guy came unglued because we had beer, he practically pushed us out into the crowd, which is not where we were going.
In Seattle there is a "law" that you can't have alcohol on the stage or in the backstage. This is the "law" but as many of you know it is a law that is not only ridiculous but totally unnecessary. It's a backstage, there's beer in it, put in there by the club. There, rule 1 broken by them. Then rule 2, no drinking on the stage, they supply cups for the guys to put their beer into, so everyone thinks they are drinking... lemonade. Fucking stupid. And those meatheads that are following that shit like it is coming in from the devil himself, you all need to get a life. There are plenty of things to do as a security and there are plenty of ways to go about those things. My girl J is the best security guard ever. Nothing going down on her watch and she would never act like a crazy animal while doing her job. These Crapizon people need a lesson. Don't even get me started on the bartender chick... but now I will be back at the, what once was the Off Ranp end of December and you know, I think I am going to go limp if shit goes down, I think I want to see how far they'll drag me. Duff, you better have your camera ready.
I'd like to give a shout out to Lisa and her Husband Earle. Met these lovely people backstage last night. Earl was actually talking to Eddie and I heard him say "my wife loves your wifes blog". That's where I chimed in. I mean, how cool is that? It is nearly impossible for me to wrap my brain around the fact that people read my shitty blog. Keep reading!! And pass it on. Link it, post it.

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