The Only Card I Need Is The Ace Of Spades
Elaborating on Dave's story...
The plan:
Monday night me, Kat, Mandy, Alanna, and Dave went to Barnes And Noble where I started reading the Definitive Metal Book and Dave was reading Ginsberg. I flipped to the Motorhead page and said "hey Dave, wanna go see Motorhead on Wednesday?" To a reply of "Yeah dude, where?" So I said Hampton Beach and we decided it was happening in less than 10 minutes.
The Wait:
Wednesday comes and we get all our shit ready and call up Fitzy. Fitzy's always down with a show and hanging out so the 3 of us went up around 4 and got there at 5:30 or something like that. We hung around and ate 2 full bags of cookies that cost a buck, a 99C fruit punch that was as large as those green teas you get at 7-11, and a bag of munchos. After that we came to find out that the show was a far cry from being sold out and that Monster Magnet wasn't playing.
The Show:
They allowed cameras without flash, bags, and pretty much anything else in. I even got in with my blade. Going up the ticket thing was fun. There were the friskers, who checked my bag and patted me down (didn't do a good job cuz I still had the knife), then there was the ID guy, so once again I have 2 big X's on my hands. These people at work are gonna think I'm in some fuckin' gang. Then there were the ticket scanning people. But after that it was all good.
The first band was pretty good. The second band, Brand New Sin, was pretty decent as well. Their into came off like something from Mortician and ended up being something like Killswitch Engage. Either way both bands were decent openers.
Then Motorhead came on. I was right up front, not like it was hard with the lack of crowd, but still fun. I was right in front of Phil Campbell all night long flashing my Ace of Spades card. Someone threw a bottle and it landed near Lemmy. I'm only saying that because if you intentionally threw something at Lemmy, then you're a huge fucking asshole. So I'm just gonna go with it being a coincidence. Anyways, he says "Hey! Don't throw your shit at me. I don't throw my shit at you. I don't like it." And that was it. All night Phil was throwing guitar picks. I was jumping way over the barrier for the first two. Definitely crunched something that hurt a wicked fucking lot, but I got it. That was the first. Then I used my hoodie to get a second. Later on that night I screamed so fucking loud one time when it was quiet at Phil that he threw me another fuckin' pick. It was perfect though, he might have well been a ninja at that point in time. The thing sailed and spun like a ninja star and I might have well been a goaltender on the most vital save in sports history. I open fisted and swallowed that pick in my hand. Nobody even knew where it went it was amazing. I didn't even know I had it til I did. I know there's alot of description on just getting that pick, but holy shit. If you were me you'd be amazed too.
Then later on that night, Triple H from WWF (almost wrote WAAF. Shows just how much I really care about wrestling =D) was in front of the stage beyond the barrier with Stephanie McMahon and sum kid. Dave totally recognized him too.
Motorhead played a few more songs including a solo by Drummer Mickkey Dee and guitarist Phil Campbell, another acoustic song with Lemmy on vox and harmonica, and Mikkey with Phil on acoustics. Then of course, the Ace of Spades song which is necessary for every show.
The Wait II:
Afterwards, me, Dave, and Fitz waited outside for Lemmy so we could take a killer picture with him. I figured out the coolest way to hold an ace of spades card. You make the metal sign, stick the card in between the two fingers that are down and face it upright and out. So from the viewers perspective, you have the metal sign up with the Ace right in between. I just figured it out today too, but I brought 3 cars for the each of us, and we definitely have a picture with Lemmy and his hat on while us 3 are doing that. I can't wait til it comes out. We got a few things signed, they got their cards and I got Airheads signed hahaha. Classic.
Earlier on Triple H came out and we got a picture with him just for the hell of it. Now, ok I have to ask this to anyone who really knows about how I work around with music. WHAT THE FUCK?!?! First off, I see Phil throwing guitar picks. I think to myself "Fuck these people, I'm gonna get 1" then what happens? I get 3! After the show when we met Triple H, I brought some compilations for Monster Magnet to ink. They were all comps because they're just not good enough for me to pick them over a full release by Iron Maiden of Opeth. Not even close. Nobody in fuck knew Triple H was gonna be there. Yet, I had my WWF music CD on it that had his theme song on it. I figured what the hell.
The Douchebag:
While we were waiting, this 30 year old guy with spider tats comes up to us and asks for a ride. His friends bailed on him cuz he got beer goggles and made out with some ugly chick. They probably just couldn't stand and watch, so they left. This guy first off offered us (Dave) $100 to drive his ass up to Laconia. Through negotiations he later moved it to 100 and an ounce of good weed or $40 and the weed. Then Dave wanted $50 and the once. Then back to $40. So I knew it was gonna be a late night and I was pretty much against the whole idea of dragging his sorry ass up to Laconia all for half the money being spent on gas anyways. But we ended up doing it anyways. Why? How the fuck should I know, but it happened. This guy didn't even know how the fuck the highways worked and we almost peaced on him at several stops. Dave was gonna bring him back to Lowell and we were gonna peace. In the end, we got back to this guy's "house."
The Screw:
Dave was going to follow this guy in but he kept saying "I'll be right back." Yea, sure asshole. We waited a few minutes and I knew he fucked us. He left us like a block or something where he lived so Dave and Fitz couldn't fuck up his house or anything. Fitz spotted that chode walking up the other street and they got out and chased him but he probably hid because he heard the car. We went back to that spot, only to have an unmarked truck flick the high beams at us a few times, then come up to us to ask what was up. He was definitely a cop. So we told him our tale, as sketchy as it was. And that dude totally fucking "believed" us. He was way too laid back and chill, spitting every 2 seconds and reinforcing that we got fucked over and that we should find his ass and beat him but he "didn't recommend it." So, I figured that cop lived with the guy or in the same building. He came from that direction and that guy said he lived in an apartment. So we got fucked quite well and I saw it coming even when that guy walked up to us at Hampton. I'm just happy that that douche didn't leave a bag of cocaine on our car, cuz we'd definitely be some angry black man's buttery cornhole right about now. And all I would've heard over and over in my head was my dad saying "I told you I was right!" (With that assholish grin that I've perfected from him far too well). Anyone who knows both me and my dad knows...
So we fuckin' booked and hauled our asses back to Dracut at 4 in the morning. We all agreed if we see him at another show that he's gonna get the ever-loving-shit kicked out of him. He WILL be made an example of. There's definitely no way that ANY of my assholes take shit without retribution. Such as the "This isn't a parking spot wreetarb", "Fuck You! - Santa" or the cookie ball. But in the end we were all pretty happy cuz we came to realize that we were all better than that dude. That human nature is totally fucked up, and well you know all that shit so I'm not gonna say anymore. Still, it woulda been sweet to peel out without that guy and leave him in fuckin downtown Lowell.
With all that being said, it HAS been a VERY interesting 20th birthday.
The plan:
Monday night me, Kat, Mandy, Alanna, and Dave went to Barnes And Noble where I started reading the Definitive Metal Book and Dave was reading Ginsberg. I flipped to the Motorhead page and said "hey Dave, wanna go see Motorhead on Wednesday?" To a reply of "Yeah dude, where?" So I said Hampton Beach and we decided it was happening in less than 10 minutes.
The Wait:
Wednesday comes and we get all our shit ready and call up Fitzy. Fitzy's always down with a show and hanging out so the 3 of us went up around 4 and got there at 5:30 or something like that. We hung around and ate 2 full bags of cookies that cost a buck, a 99C fruit punch that was as large as those green teas you get at 7-11, and a bag of munchos. After that we came to find out that the show was a far cry from being sold out and that Monster Magnet wasn't playing.
The Show:
They allowed cameras without flash, bags, and pretty much anything else in. I even got in with my blade. Going up the ticket thing was fun. There were the friskers, who checked my bag and patted me down (didn't do a good job cuz I still had the knife), then there was the ID guy, so once again I have 2 big X's on my hands. These people at work are gonna think I'm in some fuckin' gang. Then there were the ticket scanning people. But after that it was all good.
The first band was pretty good. The second band, Brand New Sin, was pretty decent as well. Their into came off like something from Mortician and ended up being something like Killswitch Engage. Either way both bands were decent openers.
Then Motorhead came on. I was right up front, not like it was hard with the lack of crowd, but still fun. I was right in front of Phil Campbell all night long flashing my Ace of Spades card. Someone threw a bottle and it landed near Lemmy. I'm only saying that because if you intentionally threw something at Lemmy, then you're a huge fucking asshole. So I'm just gonna go with it being a coincidence. Anyways, he says "Hey! Don't throw your shit at me. I don't throw my shit at you. I don't like it." And that was it. All night Phil was throwing guitar picks. I was jumping way over the barrier for the first two. Definitely crunched something that hurt a wicked fucking lot, but I got it. That was the first. Then I used my hoodie to get a second. Later on that night I screamed so fucking loud one time when it was quiet at Phil that he threw me another fuckin' pick. It was perfect though, he might have well been a ninja at that point in time. The thing sailed and spun like a ninja star and I might have well been a goaltender on the most vital save in sports history. I open fisted and swallowed that pick in my hand. Nobody even knew where it went it was amazing. I didn't even know I had it til I did. I know there's alot of description on just getting that pick, but holy shit. If you were me you'd be amazed too.
Then later on that night, Triple H from WWF (almost wrote WAAF. Shows just how much I really care about wrestling =D) was in front of the stage beyond the barrier with Stephanie McMahon and sum kid. Dave totally recognized him too.
Motorhead played a few more songs including a solo by Drummer Mickkey Dee and guitarist Phil Campbell, another acoustic song with Lemmy on vox and harmonica, and Mikkey with Phil on acoustics. Then of course, the Ace of Spades song which is necessary for every show.
The Wait II:
Afterwards, me, Dave, and Fitz waited outside for Lemmy so we could take a killer picture with him. I figured out the coolest way to hold an ace of spades card. You make the metal sign, stick the card in between the two fingers that are down and face it upright and out. So from the viewers perspective, you have the metal sign up with the Ace right in between. I just figured it out today too, but I brought 3 cars for the each of us, and we definitely have a picture with Lemmy and his hat on while us 3 are doing that. I can't wait til it comes out. We got a few things signed, they got their cards and I got Airheads signed hahaha. Classic.
Earlier on Triple H came out and we got a picture with him just for the hell of it. Now, ok I have to ask this to anyone who really knows about how I work around with music. WHAT THE FUCK?!?! First off, I see Phil throwing guitar picks. I think to myself "Fuck these people, I'm gonna get 1" then what happens? I get 3! After the show when we met Triple H, I brought some compilations for Monster Magnet to ink. They were all comps because they're just not good enough for me to pick them over a full release by Iron Maiden of Opeth. Not even close. Nobody in fuck knew Triple H was gonna be there. Yet, I had my WWF music CD on it that had his theme song on it. I figured what the hell.
The Douchebag:
While we were waiting, this 30 year old guy with spider tats comes up to us and asks for a ride. His friends bailed on him cuz he got beer goggles and made out with some ugly chick. They probably just couldn't stand and watch, so they left. This guy first off offered us (Dave) $100 to drive his ass up to Laconia. Through negotiations he later moved it to 100 and an ounce of good weed or $40 and the weed. Then Dave wanted $50 and the once. Then back to $40. So I knew it was gonna be a late night and I was pretty much against the whole idea of dragging his sorry ass up to Laconia all for half the money being spent on gas anyways. But we ended up doing it anyways. Why? How the fuck should I know, but it happened. This guy didn't even know how the fuck the highways worked and we almost peaced on him at several stops. Dave was gonna bring him back to Lowell and we were gonna peace. In the end, we got back to this guy's "house."
The Screw:
Dave was going to follow this guy in but he kept saying "I'll be right back." Yea, sure asshole. We waited a few minutes and I knew he fucked us. He left us like a block or something where he lived so Dave and Fitz couldn't fuck up his house or anything. Fitz spotted that chode walking up the other street and they got out and chased him but he probably hid because he heard the car. We went back to that spot, only to have an unmarked truck flick the high beams at us a few times, then come up to us to ask what was up. He was definitely a cop. So we told him our tale, as sketchy as it was. And that dude totally fucking "believed" us. He was way too laid back and chill, spitting every 2 seconds and reinforcing that we got fucked over and that we should find his ass and beat him but he "didn't recommend it." So, I figured that cop lived with the guy or in the same building. He came from that direction and that guy said he lived in an apartment. So we got fucked quite well and I saw it coming even when that guy walked up to us at Hampton. I'm just happy that that douche didn't leave a bag of cocaine on our car, cuz we'd definitely be some angry black man's buttery cornhole right about now. And all I would've heard over and over in my head was my dad saying "I told you I was right!" (With that assholish grin that I've perfected from him far too well). Anyone who knows both me and my dad knows...
So we fuckin' booked and hauled our asses back to Dracut at 4 in the morning. We all agreed if we see him at another show that he's gonna get the ever-loving-shit kicked out of him. He WILL be made an example of. There's definitely no way that ANY of my assholes take shit without retribution. Such as the "This isn't a parking spot wreetarb", "Fuck You! - Santa" or the cookie ball. But in the end we were all pretty happy cuz we came to realize that we were all better than that dude. That human nature is totally fucked up, and well you know all that shit so I'm not gonna say anymore. Still, it woulda been sweet to peel out without that guy and leave him in fuckin downtown Lowell.
With all that being said, it HAS been a VERY interesting 20th birthday.