“The magick is in the feeling I can make you do what I want you to”
I am the queen of overcommitting myself.
It would be my 20th show in the last 7 days, but somehow I found the energy. So back to Backstage Live I went, parking in the lot they overcharge for and pack you into so you can’t leave early if you wanted to.
Want: it hangs above the ladies’ room
Radical G freaked me out. One super skinny guy with pointy ears and facepaint and weird dance moves….it just creeped me out. Come to find out later, he plays in Lords of Acid, but without the strange ensemble, which was much better.
I never saw them live, and even though I’ve moved way beyond that kind of music, there’s a certain nostalgia in it for me. I was expecting to not even recognize a lot of the songs….but to my surprise I recognized most of them! I guess that one album was their best one.
For one, whenever the beautiful female vocalist in her skintight catsuit would crouch down at the front of the stage, people would get way too hand-sy with her in my opinion. There were two women in particular that just stuck their hands right up there in her crotch. And they did the same to the guitarist. Then there was the guy behind me….no, he wasn’t sporting an erection like I’ve dealt with a couple times in pits….oh no…he was an arms on top of my head and in my face kind of offender. After trying to ignore it for a while, he hit me in the face so I pushed his arm up. So he proceeds to stick his hands right in my face on purpose this time. I start to fume and decide how I want to proceed. I try the ‘kill ’em with kindness’ approach and turn around and smile. Then he smushes up against me and I elbow him in the stomach. At this point, a woman comes over, whispers in my ear, “he’s making you really uncomfortable, isn’t he sweetheart” and I nod and she proceeds to try to regulate him. I’m stubborn and won’t move. The guy stands next to me and then hits me in the face again. This time I clutch my face because he hit my nose…and he has the nerve to go, “OH, THE BLOOD!!!!” making fun of me. Now I’m really fucking pissed. So I give him ‘the look’.
You don’t want to receive that look.
Then he snaps out of his drunkenness and apologizes. “You can hit me!” I almost take him up on it but decide he’s probably the kind of guy that would get off on that so I refrain.
ANYWAY.
And that’s about it….when I’m tired or mad I don’t remember things like I should.
My next show will be on the other side of the world!
That sucks about the jerk behind you. This version of Lords of Acid is a whole lot of fun and he sort of ruined it.
There is always an asshole who needs to be put on check.