CYN: i was a little ferklempt thinking about performing on the stage
where i saw Chris Whitley perform, but i tried not to think about it.
MANDY: I was trying not to think about the asscrack on the singer from
the band that was on before us. Ick. But he and his asscrack were over
on your side of the stage..
PAISLEY: I was too busy keeping my boobs in my shirt which I ultimately failed at, by the end of the night. Not entirely my fault, mind you. I was mostly nervous about playing the first song. How were people going to react? We busted into No Use For Pickup Lines, which starts the same way it always did, but there was some part of me that was worried that people might not make that jump with us once the intro kicked into the revamped song....But THEY DID!!! It was awesome!!!
CYN: my "i heart the naked drummer" t-shirt was ignored. pity.
MANDY: You'd think that a drummer who's a writer would know how to read...hmmm...
PAISLEY: He DID however notice the graffiti we placed on Mandy's back...so that's something.
ROY: Too drunk to notice. I did notice that instead of being one of five predators trying to hunt down women after the show, I was the only one.
CYN: we rocked out! it was such a blast. we were all wired and barely
able to contain our excitement
MANDY: Paisley was wired on Red Bull and counting us in waaaay fast, and
Roy has the chops to keep up with that. I was just barely able to stay
on the train. It was freakin' awesome!
PAISLEY: If you know you can't do it right, do it fast!
CYN: during "F.U." i stepped to the front speakers while Boo Jupiter
threw herself under my skirt for a photo
MANDY: OK, yeah, I fell off the train when I saw Boo upskirting you.
ROY: After a couple of decades of looking at men's asses I found it refreshing to look at women's asses. More jiggly.
CYN: copies of that photo are available for just $25.
MANDY: Sold. Who do I talk to?
CYN: people were rocking out. i saw them. i did not hallucinate that. it
was brilliance.
MANDY: HHLF: We put the rock in rocky relationship; we put the funk in
diss-funk-shun-AL!
CYN: the soundman was bopping. that's always a good sign!
MANDY: Cute, too. Also a good sign.
PAISLEY: You should check out Sex Without Souls. http://www.myspace.com/sexwithoutsouls
CYN: the sound system there is incredible, and everything sounded mega huge
MANDY: Being loud, really loud. That'll never get old. Or less fun.
PAISLEY: Mad props to the Sound Guy - Lucy Fur. Seriously, that was the first time "the big voice" did not cause squawking sounds to twinge around the edge of the monitors....
ROY: My status as a builder and provider was validated by three women on stage with me.
CYN: with Roy behind us on the kit, really we could do no wrong. it was powerful.
MANDY: Heh, I guess he read my memo, then...
CYN: i threw pink panties at the audience. you have to show how much you
appreciate them! reverse Tom Jones!
MANDY: I threw those blue "I Love Drama" undies, which I actually kinda
loved, at the audience, but somehow at the end of the night, I ended
up with your panties in my pocket. There must have been some weird
physics I don't understand going on there.
PAISLEY: Yeah, it was pretty weird....I threw mine, but someone just anonymously kept them....
CYN: as much as the gig was supreme, the afterparty was insane. i was
hoping for a quiet nook to have a quiet drink and catch up with
everyone, but no... many shots and many hours pole dancing in the back
of the bovine.
MANDY: You were hoping for quiet? I know this folk band you can
join...they pole dance too, but it's a Maypole. On the upside, at
least the maypole doesn't smell all weird like that brass pole did.
Ick.
PAISLEY: Quiet? For what? The sitting around and the sharing of feelings after the gig? No way. Uh uh. Boo garbage! Naw, what we needed was to be crazy drunk in a bar making friends.
ROY: Yeah, sure... I was poledancing?
CYN: took tons of photos of us dancing with anyone & everyone brave
enough to come near us
MANDY: It was kinda awesome how many people wanted to join in...except
that one creepy guy creeping around. He was creepy.
PAISLEY: ew.....so creepy. What was NOT creepy was the sheer volume of other girls who jumped up on the junk with us and danced like maniacs!
CYN: who was that shirtless guy? he could really bust a move
MANDY: We should encourage more shirtlessness. Someone send Roy a memo.
PAISLEY: That reminds me, when are we going to start going to PunkRockYoga....I'm not taking my shirt off again until I, as the kids say it "get ripped".
CYN: and where did i get these weird bruises on my arms?
MANDY: No kidding, the party bruises were insane! The ones on my shins I
could figure out--they were from lugging the Harlot's amp around, but
I have no idea where the huge lumpy bruises on my thigh came from.
Perhaps the Bollywood taxi bhangra breakdown...
PAISLEY: I have a pretty decent memory of events that night...the making out with Mandy... the nipples (all 5 of them)...You IDIOTS all ripping my goddamned shirt off REPEATEDLY. IN PUBLIC. But whatever....
ROY: I remember a lot of drinkin... and that shithole for food. You guys ordered all that greasy nasty shit - gravy and cheese on the grease & starch.
PAISLEY: It wasn't THAT much of a shithole. The waitress even washed off the table.