Last night I took an unplanned break from packing to bear witness to a GWAR performance in First Avenue’s main room. I first saw GWAR at First Avenue, but in the cramped confines of the 7th Street Entry back in 1990. At that show there was no escaping the fake blood raining down on us. I was even bludgeoned with the oversized prop tampon being swung around by one of the GWAR slave girls. So last night I intentionally stood further back, to enjoy the spectacle without it interfering with my person. I remembered that diehard fans often wear white t-shirts to the shows, to better show off the fake blood, but I didn’t realize that First Avenue staff did so as well. All in all it was an enjoyable distraction, save for one thing. We spotted some idiot father who had dragged his three or four year old son to the show, and positioned him so that he’d have a clear view of the entire spectacle. INAPPROPRIATE. Way to go jackass. That kid is going to have nightmares for years to come. And I shudder to think what the little guy is being regularly exposed to at home.
Time to muster up five good things:
- Once again I neglected mimi smartypants for far too long. Made my wayward return yesterday to be rewarded by her excellent writing, and bonus gems. Metal as fuck axe-wielding bird! Bizarre steel drum cover version of Joy Division’s Transmission!
- Thanks to kjtten for pointing out “Barely Feral” to me. I’ve submitted this photo of my classy cat Freddy.
- Another cat, a long-time Metallica fan, reacts to the new Lou Reed song.
- Neat! “Glowing ripples in the electromagnetic field of planet Earth” (aurora borealis)
- Listening to The Knife has helped me get through this rough week. And they do make such good videos too.
Feeling a little distressed that it is already Thursday. And we move on Sunday. Tonight will find me packing in a panic, fueled by five hour energy drinks. Let the fun begin!
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