Sept 7, 06

there is a reason WHY they did it, but how they went about was TOTALLY bogas........ya DONT cut a band off mid set.....ESPICALLY when the crowd is rockin and cheerin and havin fun.........and ESPICALLY when the band flew ALL THE FUCKIN WAY from Los Angeles to NY to play this gig...........we had to put up money for the plane ticket plus hotel..............not to mentioned NOT GETTIN PAID.............FUCK YOU KNITTING FACTORY!!! FUCK YOU IN THE ASS SIDEWAYS WITH A IMATES INFESTED COCK!!!!

.......this  in NO WAY has ANYTHING to do with Polina, or the drop dead festival........they have supported us for the past 3 years and  are cool as fuck.......nor is this a damnation on New York........i love the city............this is  about the fuckin KNITTING FACTORY...............keep in mind also that i cant spell, and i ignore all aspects of proper grammer......i hope you can deal......

FRIDAY NITE, Sept 1st, Knitting Factory, Drop Dead IV, NYC:

I behaved.......i was good and totally in controll...........people were shocked and impressed at my star behavior

SATURDAY NITE:

heres where it all goes wrong.............I had been drinkin.....a LOT........i guess to the people at the knitting factoy i was TOO inebrehated to have any more cocktails, but they dont know that im ok to drink unless im passed out on the floor......................im sitting at the bar and the friggin bar tender cuts me off ! im all, ''WHY, WHY are you cutting me off?????'' hes all ''youve had to much.'' im all, ''DONT FUCKIN TELL ME WHEN IVE HAD TOO MUCH!!!''  hes all, ''well ya have and im not serving you anymore and thats that!!''...................pissed and agitated i then reach over, GRAB HIS FACE, NOT his shirt or his collar but his FACE, i GRAB IT pull it towards mine and yell ''GIVE ME ANOTHER FUCIN DRINK!!!!'' with that i crack his skull with mine...................the next thing i know im being escorted out by management............im all ''what did i do? why are you kicking me out!?!?'' they wouldnt tell me.......i guess i didnt think the head butt was too severe to be kicked out of a 3 day ''deathrock, punk hardcore'' festival......ive messed with bar tenders before and all they do is tell me to ''cool it'' and all is well........i guess the precious knitting factory is too uptight for a bitch ass like me...........so anyways i understood and i left..........it was to MY UNDERSTANDING that they were ONLY gonna let me in the next day to play, and then i had to leave...............fine.....no biggie.......i shat in my own bed and i will deal with it.........its all good...........

SUNDAY NITE, nite of our gig:

I walk into the club and i SWARE to you....ALL FUCIN EYES WERE ON ME.........i turn a corner theres a bouncer.....i take a shit, theres another bouncer outside the door waiting for me.........i go to have a smoke, theres ANOTHER mother fucker  eyeballin my every move.............people are murming, ''is that her? is that the one?''   I find the whole thing pretty funny.....i mean im 4ft 11......how much damage could a little girl do? (evil smirk). I guess they havent had this much excitment in, well, never.........so i go to the bar and ask for a drink........the bar tender is all ''whats yer name?'' I tell him and hes all ''im sorry but you need ''permission'' to drink.............''  ^#&!()#*()&&*H()&!!!!!! i was pissed............so i asked mike to get me a drink and i sip it quitely back stage................i GUESS the night before they had told the promoter that i could stay as long as i DIDNT drink.........NO ONE TOLD ME THIS!!! i was under the assumption that as soon as i was done with my set that i would have to leave.......NEVER was it brought to my attention that i had to REAMIN drinkless......and i need a few before i go on..................im SOBER..........SOBER AS A FUCKIN JUDGE..........its finally time to play........and to be honest with you its about time.........im sick of the ''secret service'' watchin my every friggin move...............we go on.......the place is PACKED and the crowd is LOVING us...........im feelin pretty damn good..............i go to the amp and pick up my SECOND drink for the nite to drink some in between songs.............i guess that was a ''no no'' cause the bouncer runs up, grabs my drink and makes the signal to ''CUT US OFF''

they then cut the vocals..............

i try screaming and yelling at the top of my lungs to keep on going.....but its no use with the band playing and the crowd amped.............the lights then go off, the house music plays and we are TOTALLY exicuted...........the crowd shouts ''LET THEM PLAY, LET THEM PLAY!!''  they dont, then the crowd starts booing the club.......................this is a great part, THEN some dude in the pit picks up a chair and is about toSMASH it on the ground........the bouncer grabs him, and then ANOTHER bouncer GRABS FUCIN ME and goes, ''come on, yer fuckin outta here!!''  im all ''WHAT NOW!?!??! GET YER FUCKIN HANDS OFF ME!!! WHY ARE WE CUT OFF??!??!'' hes all ''management will tell you outside!'' they dont..........people come up to us, other bands come up to us and tell us what a great set it was and how it was utter BULLSHIT to cut us off like that...............................pussys.......

BOTTOM LINE:

should i of head butted the bartender? No. was it wrong. Yes. Should they of kicked me out sat, sure, its their fuckin club. whatever.

SHOULD THEY OF EXPRESSED EXACTALLY WHAT I NEEDED TO DO IN ORDER TO STAY THE NEXT NIGHT? YES!! DID THEY!???! NO!!!!!!!!

they should NOT of cut us off like that..........they should of let us finished our set and then asked us to leave..........childish..............fuck you knitting factory................id burn the place down if i could...................

YOU HAVE NOT SEEN THE LAST OF KASTLE GREY SKULL!!!! I"LL GET YOU HE-MAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

-Bridgett Vera  K.G.S