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General => IHADAV8 Playground => Topic started by: DCEPTCN on January 21 2008, 06:44:18 PM
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Flagstaff on the 9th and Albuquerque on the 10th! W00t!
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What about Bawstin ? :newbucket1:
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What about Bawstin ?
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Not in mine either. Thanks anyway. I've been listening to Elephant Man's Alarm
Clock lately. Sucka and I went to dinner tonight, and on the way back he cranked it
not even knowing who it was. :supz:
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(http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c335/dceptcn/shitpoo002.jpg)
Fuck you, at least Starscream is jazzed that we got our ticket.
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Is he going too??
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Is he going too??
No, I hope to *recieve* a toy not give one.
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Don't be hatin', but this will be Greg and I's view on Saturday night....the venue in very small.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oW_ZTq5IAqE
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The truck is fueled up, loaded with Buckethead CDs, and a half bottle of Vodka.
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*giggles*
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The truck is fueled up, loaded with Buckethead CDs, and a half bottle of Vodka.
....only half a bottle ?
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What happend to the other half?
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Probably Greg on the way there. I'm sorry to say I won't be making this trip. Just can't hack the 2 days off of work. BUT, I am saving $$$ to get medieval style drunk in Ely, should we go in May.
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"Should we"?! WTF do you mean "Should we"?! We're going and that's final. lol Well, I'm going no matter what and hope you losers will accompany me.
Truck is gassed up and I'm ready to roll...prolly leave around 8 or so and have a several hours to fuck off in Flagstaff.
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Now leaving....... .
See ya after the show!
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Hope you guys have a great time! :atbeer: (I am sure you will). :yawinkle:
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Well, this crappy place that always stay at (right around the corner from the venue) used to be about $45 a night....it would appear that Rodeway Inn bought it and figured $92 was more appropriate. Bitches.
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This is Racer X typing on Sylvan's 'puter...
Oh my God and I don't mean the show! Full rant coming when I get home! Fucking Fagstaff (not a typo).
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This is Sylvan typing on Sylvan's 'puter...my diatribe will be longer and meaner than Greg's.
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MUahahahah!
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Can't wait to hear this one!
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This is going to be very interesting. I hope they had a great show.
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How long does it take you guys to get to Flagstaff???
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Here is the back of my head. I can use this as an alabi...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LZu-jPjjd3k
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Hey! Move your head, I can't see!
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Oh my God and I don't mean the show!
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It takes me about 6 -1/2 hours to get there.
I took my Son and his best friend with me. My Son has seen BH before, but this was the first time for his friend. We get to Flagstaff and there is a ton of this white stuff called snow(?) all over the ground and quite a bit of traffic filled with morons that would NEVER survive in Los Angeles.
We meet Sylvan at the Bates Motel just around the corner from the venue and walk over to a local bar that was void of patrons. One deep breath reveals why. This place smelled like ASS! What the hell, we are there, may as well eat. Food was pretty good and the service was better than most. I still have the smell of that place in me nose though.
After eating we walk about this Hippie Hamlet in the Hills to kill some time. The walk took Five Minutes. :rolleyes; We get in front of the theater and there are a couple of kooks already waiting in line. I don't have tickets so I go to a local shop called Rainbow's End to buy them. I should've brought my Hippies repellant. The place was covered in anti-American propaganda. :jerkit;
Finally we decide to stand in line, it's like 38* out and the losers in line are smoking like a house on fire. Then we are over whelmed by a LARGE group of Indian Teenage girls. :rolleyes: Yelling, screaming, and every single one of them with an overbite that had Bugs Bunny shaking his head. These girls could peel 100 pounds of potatoes in mere seconds with these tusks! Then I start to look a little closer at more of the locals and I'll be damned if the whole town doesn't look like Mr. Ed. It's getting colder and I now need coffee just so I don't snap and take out half the line in a remake of some John Ford movie.
Sylvan and I go across the street to the local coffee house and the guy behind the counter says they have NO coffee. :smt071 One look at his china and I can see he is not a native of the area. I settle for some noisy cup of something that had to be strained through old socks. Yum.
Finally we get in and the show starts with some local Hippie band. You can imagine how excited I was. After three weeks they finally leave the stage. Buckethead comes out and starts to shred! Okay, I think the trip is saved. NOT! The shit hole that was hosting the show had a Price-Fisher PA system that kept dropping out. Horrible! At some point these buck toothed Mensas decided to start a Mosh Pit. :rofl; :rofl; :rofl; Now mind you, I am a veteran (read: Survivor) of hundreds of Mosh Pits and this was more like a 7th Grade lunch time dance. As you saw I was right up front and of course, more than one of my fellow attendees was in desparate need of a bath! Cripes, what is it with the front row of BH concerts and smelling, Star Wars geeks with and aversion to soap!?
On a good note, it was really great to see Sylvan again and that was worth the 900 miles of driving. :psix; I also got a pack of decals from Buckethead himself!
I can't wait to see Sylvan's rant. He had an even better time than I. :rofl;
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So, did you guys find out what the stickah on the back of B's guitah was ?
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Don't tell us you guys got drunk and had a civil union performed and didn't
know about it until you woke up the next day...
No, Phil was not there.
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So, did you guys find out what the stickah on the back of B's guitah was ?
I was as close as one could get to the stickah and all I could make out was a picture of an old guy. :question;
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OMG! I am so sorry to hear that!!
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No, they were actually amused at how stupid some of these folks were. My Son and his friend are 14 and pretty athletic so they never got scared, just amused.
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Ya know I never understood why at concerts, people feel that they need to not shower...there are some real SMELLY Ass people out there.
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I stop showering an entire month before a major concert just so I
can have the front rows to myself.... :supz:
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I stop showering an entire month before a major concert just so I
can have the front rows to myself.... :supz:
That would not surprise me if people did think like that... EW. :vom:
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(Sylvan throws open the door, spurs jingling and stomach sounding like a child's first chemistry set from all of last night's drinking...)
My take is similar to G's...although I didn't get any head on the internet. Um, I mean video of mine...whateve r. My drive is 5 hours. I had my usual good time with it and got a better idea of my gas mileage, so all was pretty good. Greg's boy is a very impressive lad and I was both proud and set to laughing by his apparent disgust in the people in line with him...most of whom were years older than him. Smart kid. His friend was a real cool cat as well. As was stated before, the shithole I usually stay in raised it's rates without raising it's worthiness of said dollars, but oh well- we're just around the corner from the venue so I gives a dayum. After the tour and grub (nice Philly) that Big Bear described above, we stood in line. We were some of the first through the door later. It was cold, yes. People were smoking, yes. I get inside the place and get the best spot in the house. As the opener (Summit Dub Squad) attempt to convince me that I should, like, care about everyone -all the while with their DJ Whitey McCracker shouting out of date catch phrases [y'know, "Represent", etc.] the drunk ******s behind be drop a beer. Now myself and a few others (mostly me, though) have the back of their pants soaked in cheap barley pop. Nice. Just then, a 5'5" ****** pushes right in front of me....stealing my perfect spot. Now, initially I'm holding off on cracking this punks' teef because I don't know how many friends he's got with him. After learning it to be *none* I regretted my hesitation. You just can't try Ex Post Facto Cutsies, y'know? (Two gentlemen behing me encouraged me to reclaim my rightful position...I just chuckled). Finally, B takes the stage and I forget about anything that might have bothered me a moment ago....until the drunk retarded ****** in front of me makes it clear that he has no plans to quit shout absurdities... .and headbanging (read: whipping his hair in my face)...and moving back and forth, shoving his toddler-sized backside into my frighteningly large package. Nice, huh? Add to that the PA system cutting out every other minute. The show was cut short and all were off to spend a night of bitching. Don't get me wrong, B is on top of his game...but despite his best efforts to pick up the slack of others it wasn't all I was hoping. Was it worth driving all that way and seeing B in person and having Greg make my face hurt from laughing at his buck-tooth jokes? Oh fuck yes!
Next night- the Sunshine theater in Albuquerque was *packed*. The stupid kids would not stop pitting...at one point my friends' 14 year old jumped in and gave the kids a bit of what for- I hope his mother will still speak to me. The PA was RIGHTEOUS...di gital bass that causes a concrete floor to vibrate- can I get an 'Amen'? Some of you might know that I have a serious aversion to drug users...primar ily potheads. There was so much weed smoke in there that I actually got cotton mouth. (That's not a joke, either) I couldn't really drink 'cause I was the DD. Then, a short developed in the setup somewhere and B's fiddle was crackling and popping and even cutting completely out sometimes. By the time he got to 'Jordan' (which would end up being the last song) there was also an awful feedback problem and the squeal was something deafening. Please note that B was playing his ass off at both shows but I guess his gang really needs to brainstorm on getting thbe bugs out of his rig. So, for the second night in a row, he just cut the show short...a quick, pissed off backhanded wave to the crowd and he was gone. A lousy hour and a half from he who usually belts it out in 3 to 4 hour sets.
Is there anything I can think of that I'd rather have spent this weekend on? Oh shit no- what are you, retarded? ...And Greg gets sexier every time I see him. Wait, that's probably just him typing on my computer again.
* I've replaced a descriptive title with "******" because I don't want to come out and admit what type of person I've actually grown to severely dislike in general.
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I got a message from Matthew and he said the San Francisco shows were full of technical glitches. I guess this bound to happen sooner or later to the Giant Robot.
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Jeez, I hope he fires everyone...
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Here is the back of my head.
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Apparently people in New Mexico can not afford video equipment and YOU are using the only bandwidth in the state. I think Old Mexico has more bandwidth.
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Who invited Mr. SoCal Fancy Pants? In NM we call it bandgirth.
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Yew invited me, or did you already forget?!
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Yew invited me, or did you already forget?!
My bad.
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My bad... hmmm... MY BAD.
This must be this generations way of trying to be a man and actually admitting that they might be wrong!? <mock whining voice> my bad.
My people just man up and say, I was wrong, or I must have made a mistake, or I had an error in judgment. Not this new generation of teflon folks..OH NOOOOOO not them. They have to come up with... my bad.
Pfffttt! :finga:
No, it was not YOUR BAD, it was your fucking mistake for inviting the Martini Drinking Sophisticate from SoCal and then trying to sweep it under the carpet by saying.... my bad.
Dr. Fucking Seuss:
My Bad
His Bad
Her Bad
Your Bad
I hope your roomie snores bad.
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Sylvan is perplexed.
Scolded by Racer X.
Scared that his room mate wants sex.
For this he may cast a hex.
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By the way..
There is a new Buckethead disc coming out entitled: "From The Coop"
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Nice, Rawb- but keep your Haikus to your fucking self! :rofl;
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Nice, Rawb- but keep your Haikus to your fucking self!