Sweet greasy hair and sweet grimy clothes,
it was the year punk broke, in the year of our lord grunge

Yeah, that's right, kicking out some Frogs.
Well, so, we played, fancy that. But playing did not come without a price. That price: drama. So much goddamn drama. The show was overbooked because these guys screwed up, fine. We have to open for these guys and these guys, fine. We have to finish by 10:15, fine. We show up with the mindset that these other bands were not at fault, we're not at fault (hell, at least we advertised), let's all be chums. As soon as we got there, though, Ryan Adams' drunk hobo brother had to start shit (he isn't really related to Ryan Adams, someone just pointed out the whole greasy trucker resemblance). He told us his band needed go on asap, and that the opening band would be hitting the stage at 10, no later. The whole scene was a bunch of unsaid bullshit, except for R.A's.D.H.B., who said everything he felt in his rockstar misdirection of anger. We never met the other band, maybe they were the nice ones.
Anyway, we weren't playing, then we were, so, the Octobers played an excellent set, very excellent, and then we played in a manic rush so R.A's.D.H.B. wouldn't have a chance to pitch pawn shop guitars and tweed amps at us. Once we actually got to play he wanted to challenge us to a pissing contest, but we had to say, "sorry, brah." And with his head cocked back (to better look down his nose at everyone with), he mussed his hair and strutted back inside to talk about how cool he is. Which is what we did, too.
I cannot express how much of a cock this guy was.
So, that, started thinking, "don't you love the star, when he's a prick," then thought, "I haven't listened to the Frogs in a while." So, here we are, 12 hours after thinking that. I need to go outside now.
Thank yous go to everyone who came, and to Scott, who, again, was very cool to us.
posted by beta at 10/25/2003 01:30:00 PM