It was the thirtieth anniversary of the Hickoids first show so we played
a little set at the Lost Well. After all the SXSW, HOF crap we decided
to not go over the top with hype, it was a simple night for some good,
old fashioned cow punk. No more getting our backs slapped and no more
public handjobs from people who only like us because, for the moment, we
have a little bit of traction. This show was for rock and roll!
The place was loaded in more ways than one. There were four bands on the bill and I showed up when the second one was finishing. The Bulemics went on to rock the house and by the time we got up the stage was a beery mess. It was expected...
Somewhere during the second song it smelled like an amp was on fire. There was that "electronics gone bad" smell in the air and it stayed for most of the set, but there was no visible fire and the amps worked for the rest of the night. It gave the set this underlying feeling that everything was about to go wrong in about sixty seconds. Granted most Hickoid shows have that feel, but there was this extra element of mayhem/danger in the air with the possibility of fire or an exploding amp.
Speaking of mayhem there was this girl who kept getting up on stage and she was either standing there and staring at Smitty or Tom or she was rolling around on the floor (in all the beer) with a couple of other people. At some point there was a five person pile up on the stage and I jumped in and rubbed my ass all over everyone and I never lost the beat! It felt really good and made a bunch of folks laugh and that's pretty much why I do anything.
The place was loaded in more ways than one. There were four bands on the bill and I showed up when the second one was finishing. The Bulemics went on to rock the house and by the time we got up the stage was a beery mess. It was expected...
Somewhere during the second song it smelled like an amp was on fire. There was that "electronics gone bad" smell in the air and it stayed for most of the set, but there was no visible fire and the amps worked for the rest of the night. It gave the set this underlying feeling that everything was about to go wrong in about sixty seconds. Granted most Hickoid shows have that feel, but there was this extra element of mayhem/danger in the air with the possibility of fire or an exploding amp.
Speaking of mayhem there was this girl who kept getting up on stage and she was either standing there and staring at Smitty or Tom or she was rolling around on the floor (in all the beer) with a couple of other people. At some point there was a five person pile up on the stage and I jumped in and rubbed my ass all over everyone and I never lost the beat! It felt really good and made a bunch of folks laugh and that's pretty much why I do anything.
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