young turks be free tonight
chico for the third weekend in a row.
this time joe came up from the sc-town and we kicked it deep. in addition, about 8 other people came up for chico party time. friday night was marked by some rug cutting at mr.lucky's, which has become a regular stop for my weekend lifestyle in chico. we cut up their floor so hard, we are getting a bill for damaging thier shit. rachael sprained her ankle, and i aggravated the ankle i twisted sno-boarding a few weeks back.
saturday night, lars frederiksen and the bastards played their first show ever. lars, you should know by now, is the lead singer of rancid, and the bastards were the key. they play some fucking punk, oi/'77 style, but it's mos def its own kind of thing. lars is kind of a punk rock bruce springsteen; most the song topics related back to growing up in campbell, ca. the lyrics were really good, the songs well written and set was going off.
joe defeated me by telling me to look at the sticker under the lars' pick hand. crappy sparkly silver media stereotype alien head. i got him back by pointing out the lars' tight SP, with his modification to the marshal logo to read "lars" on his gear.
the nerve agents went on next and delivered their usual brand of barely contained chaos, reminding me that i love seeing them live way more than listening to thier albums. the show was wrapped up by about 8:45, which left a whole night ahead of us. joe and i did a pretty extensive amount of shooting around downtown, as well as some posting up at the towne lounge.
the next day, everybody went their own ways...luckily i saw enough of the super bowl to see one matrix-style instant replay, and the new budweiser alien waazzzzaaa commercial, so i can now die a happy man.
this time joe came up from the sc-town and we kicked it deep. in addition, about 8 other people came up for chico party time. friday night was marked by some rug cutting at mr.lucky's, which has become a regular stop for my weekend lifestyle in chico. we cut up their floor so hard, we are getting a bill for damaging thier shit. rachael sprained her ankle, and i aggravated the ankle i twisted sno-boarding a few weeks back.
saturday night, lars frederiksen and the bastards played their first show ever. lars, you should know by now, is the lead singer of rancid, and the bastards were the key. they play some fucking punk, oi/'77 style, but it's mos def its own kind of thing. lars is kind of a punk rock bruce springsteen; most the song topics related back to growing up in campbell, ca. the lyrics were really good, the songs well written and set was going off.
joe defeated me by telling me to look at the sticker under the lars' pick hand. crappy sparkly silver media stereotype alien head. i got him back by pointing out the lars' tight SP, with his modification to the marshal logo to read "lars" on his gear.
the nerve agents went on next and delivered their usual brand of barely contained chaos, reminding me that i love seeing them live way more than listening to thier albums. the show was wrapped up by about 8:45, which left a whole night ahead of us. joe and i did a pretty extensive amount of shooting around downtown, as well as some posting up at the towne lounge.
the next day, everybody went their own ways...luckily i saw enough of the super bowl to see one matrix-style instant replay, and the new budweiser alien waazzzzaaa commercial, so i can now die a happy man.
posted by pete g at 1/30/2001 01:14:00 PM
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