GW#1 - p4 (3)

Well the show wasn't happening there when we arrived, nor was it planned. So we called Wacky's and they said that the show was going to be there. But, when we got there, no one was there and the guy, presumably Wacky himself, said he hadn't heard from any of the bands since Wednesday. "But," he said, "we got dollar Shiner Bocks tonight." So we thought we'd take a break before driving home, and luckily, the bands showed up.

Turned out there were only a few locals there and they were extremely questionable-not punk or rock. The dollar beer soon lubricated the mostly Austin crowd and the show got off to a great start. I already loved watching the Inhalants and now they've got Dana ex-Hormone on drums so they're doublecool. Then the Drags got on stage and kicked ass and this time CJ just threw a 7" at me. Then it all fell apart- no pun needed- and the Fells fucking went to hell in front of us all. It was insane nad by the end no one was playing their own instruments or anything and people were getting on the stage and Heath was under a ladder in back of the stage nursing wounds, I suppose and everyone was drunk and CJ was on stage and people were screaming and hitting things and some guy kept falling on me no matter where I moved.

And through it all two little Mexican boys kept trying to sell people roses for 2 bucks each and everytime they did you could see the person think "Hmmm, that's two beers....nah"

Afterward someone put on that new Johnny Cash record which sounded really weird after what had just happened, but it was better than that fucking Bjork record that I keep fucking hearing everywhere I go even before the show that night. And everybody kinda sat around and looked stunned. And the bar ran out of beer.

Well the show wasn't happening there when we
arrived, nor was it planned. So we called
Wacky's and they said that the show was going to
be there. But, when we got there, no one was
there and the guy, presumably Wacky himself,
said he hadn't heard from any of the bands
since Wednesday. "But," he said, "we got dollar
Shiner Bocks tonight." So we thought we'd take
a break before driving home, and luckily, the
bands showed up.

Turned out there were only a few locals there
and they were extremely questionable-not punk
or rock. The dollar beer soon lubricated the
mostly Austin crowd and the show got off to
a great start. I already loved watching the
Inhalants and now they've got Dana ex-Hormone
on drums so they're doublecool. Then the Drags
got on stage and kicked ass and this time CJ
just threw a 7" at me. Then it all fell apart-
no pun needed- and the Fells fucking went to hell
in front of us all. It was insane nad by the end
no one was playing their own instruments or
anything and people were getting on the stage and
Heath was under a ladder in back of the stage
nursing wounds, I suppose and everyone was drunk
and CJ was on stage and people werescreaming
and hitting things and some guy kept falling
on me no matter where I moved.

And through it all two little Mexican boys kept
trying to sell people roses for 2 bucks each
and everytime they did you could see the
person think "Hmmm, that's two beers....nah"

Afterward someone put on that new Johnny Cash
record which sounded really weird after what had
just happened, but it was better than that
fucking Bjork record that I keep fucking hearing
everywhere I go even before the show that night.
And everybody kinda sat around and looked
stunned. And the bar ran out of beer.