First, let's talk about last night. Went to the Nocturnal to see Stovokor. As they were headlining, we sat through the opening bands.
~ First up was 'Carnafex', who, frankly, sucked big dead donkey dick. They were of the 'growl as loud as possible while playing as loud and as fast as possible' school of music. WHat this ended up meaning was that the band all played lauod and fast and on completely different beats as any other band member. The lead "singer", meanwhile, alternately growled and screamed into the mic, ensuring that no one had even the foggiest idea what any soing was about...the only clue was the one song he felt the need to announce, saying only that "this song is about murdering children". Um, yeah...go back to your mommy's basement (and I'm not kidding, herte, the lead singer DOES still live with his parents).
~ Next up was 'Engorged'. They had a promising opening, sounding like they might be pretty standard metal, and then, for no apparent reason, shifted without warning into growly death metal...crappy growly death metal, at that. They were so boring that I actually fell asleep for most of their set. Yes, small club setting with overl;y loud speakers playing grungy death metal, and I slept. Draw your own conclusions.
~ Third on the bill was 'Last Empire'. An overly screechy start gave way to old-skool heavy metal...in fact, the band reminded me a lot of Judas Priest. The band members were obviously raised on MTV, and learned their stage moves from the live videos, but, regardless, they were pretty decent. I'd actually consider seeing them again.
~ Last, though, 'Stovokor' took the stage, and all bets were off. For the next 45 minutes, we were all swept away on the tide of aggressive Klingon power metal, and nothing was safe. I managed to get several good pix of the guys, which I'm about halfway thorugh cleaning up, but I shall post some when I'm done. I missed a few really great pix, but that's because I was too busy rocking out. Absolutely incredible...if you get a chance to see them, DO IT.
For the show, I was originally gonna go as Lobo (of DC comics fame). I had the make-u8p, and the clothing is pretty close to what I normally wear. I even cut up a silver skull candle to make his belt. As it came time to get ready, though, I decided that wasn't gonna work, and started making up like Otis from 'House of 1000 Corpses'. That just wasn't working, though, and it got me pissed off, so I scrappe dit, added some black around the eyes and mouth, grabbed my stratchy skull-head, and off I went. Halfway through the night, I ditched it, but it looked pretty decent, all things considered.
Tonight, Di and I were supposed to go to a shindig thrown by one of her co-workers...something they do every year. Sounded like fun, and a live band there made us decide to go. I took it easy in the costuming department, wearing as much black and leather as possible, adding my executioner mask, and heading out. As it was BYOB, I grabbed a couple Foster's oilcans on the way there. On the good side, the band, 'Flash Point' was fabulous. Classic rock and blues covers (discordian, you'd have been in tears, I almost was, they sounded so much like us, even doing a lot of the same songs!), I enjoyed them immensely. On the downside, Di knew a grand total of ONE person there, and there was one whole other person who took a chance to talk to me, and all he said was "what are you supposed to be?"
That wasn't what got to me, though. The thing that did was this one fucking mud-sucking bitch-whore, a festering boil on the ass of humanity. At one point, as the band finished a song, in the resulting lull of a few seconds, she yells out "OK, everybody say what you have to say NOW! It's so hard to hear while the band's playing!" It was all I could do not to stand up and kick the shit out of this cow (no, I'm not calling her names, she was dressed as a cow). How incredibly inconsiderate. From that moment, I no longer wanted to be anywhere near her or any of the low-life shit-eaters that laughed at that. We ended up staying to listen to the band for several more songs and then walking out. Luckily, I don't know who that whore was, and neither does Di, and I told her not to let me know how it is, if she discovers.
Courtesy, kids, It's free, and it's such a good thing. The band is playing in one place...and everyone had foreknowledge that there would be a band there, it's on the invites, for fuck's sake! If you only came there to talk to the same people you talk to every day, go the fuck outside, or somewhere else, or something. You are the lowest form of life that ever crawled on the face of this green earth, and given the choice, I'd grind you into paste and smear you upon the rocks of the ocean, as you are fit only to be fed upon by the forms of life one step above you.
Yeah, I'm pissed. Dammit, I've been that musician, giving my heart and soul, playing my guts out, trying to put on a good show, and finding that my "audience" would rather chat amongst themselves than listen. That's fine, no one says you have to listen to my music, but expressing it is so low-class, it hurts. (discordian, you remember the Christmas party we played for What's-His-Name?)
Fucking humans...and people wonder why I get so nihilistic at times.