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jack_babalon) wrote2007-10-29 03:29 pm
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Video Nasties!
You know ever since I saw them live years and years ago down in Miami, I always imagined that The Joker would look a lot like Nik Fiend in real life. When I first saw him (Nik) he just had this electrified stage presence that came off with the intensity of a bad acid trip at the circus with just a touch of that unique sex appeal that serial killers and nomadic preachers exude thrown in for good measure.
Now that I think about it a lot of my favorite bands growing up resembled the David Lynch version of a Gotham City Rogues Gallery: Lux Interior of The Cramps, the Droog sensibilities of The Adicts and the Astro-Thuggery of Glen Danzig era Misfits all come to mind.
The show itself was amazing. Held in this shitty little hole in the wall club, with the crowd packed so tight you literally had to push your way through a a tide of shoulders to get to the bar, the head or front of the stage. A small tribe of Skins stood in a semi-circled formation. Raised chins, stoic poses and keeping a wary eye on the feral punks that outnumbered them five to one stumbling around stupid drunkn and macking on the deathrock girls in all their dark-roccoco charm. There was no ventillation in the club. I could smell the drink lingering on a smile or the finger bang off the wave of a hand from across the room. Somehow though the stink was intoxicating, a raw mixture of phermones and adrenalin that conjured romantic evenings of Prison sex during a lightning storm.
I remember watching the opening band get chased off stage by some especially beligerent skins and sucking a tab off this incredibly hot Queen of the Dead types tongue (until I was dumb enough to confess that I was only 16 to her 28... I swear back then I had an almost supernatural ability to talk myself out of getting laid... "Moksa... you couldn't get laid in a whorehouse on payday" the Squids on my ship would later laugh). Still slamming around in a pit to 'Hurricane Fighter Plane' while the day-glo colors seemed to vibrate off the sheen of sweat from everyone around me remains one of my happier moments in life. That and the 'almost' of that 28 y/o Vampirati...
Ah well, enough of my bullshit, enjoy the video.
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He was such an amazing performer and stood there singing holding his drink in one hand and his cig in the other w/ two fingers two inches from his mouth it never went further.
Later he performed w/ a very larger blow up banana during "sample My saugage"..
Those were good times
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I kinda miss when the bands I saw still had that self-destructive level of intoxication about themselves rather than the three tech support guys mounting their mikes and keyboards drinking bottled water and all cordial smiles.
Meanwhile, I should ask you since you're a dj if there's a way to mix "Walk the line" (Johnny Cash) & "I walk the line". I've tried once or twice but alas I just don't have the skills.
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Email me
dark13342@hotmail.com
That would be an interesting mix indeed.
What online software do you use?
Email me you answer so I don't have to hunt through lj:)