Nekromantix Show Part 2 (copied from Myspace)
I went and saw the Nekromantix again Thursday night. The show was just as kick-ass as it was last year! Before the show, we hung out at the car and drank our fifth of vodka. Then we saw these Indian guys from New Mexico in the car parked in front of us. I asked them if they were going to the show and they came over and hung out with us the entire rest of the time. We drank lots of alcohol, a couple of them smoked POT (not me though, I'm drug-free lol) and those guys were funny as hell. We pulled the lawn chairs out of my trunk and sat in them on the sidewalk in downtown Seattle. Asked random people walking down the street to take some pictures of us. Walked to the store to get beer, and while doing so, one of the Indian guys jumped in front of a group of old people and scared the shit out of them, and then grabbed some girl's boob that walked by us. She didn't do anything except yell "ASSHOLE!" hahaha
So when we got in the show, Adam and I went to the bar to drink some more. While we were in there right before the Nekromantix came on stage, we were waiting in line and this guy walks up and gets right in front of us. I looked at Adam and was half-speechless, saying "HEY ISN'T THAT.... ISN'T THAT... UM UM ISN'T THAT THE FUCKING GUY?!" and Adam says "Yes, yes it is."
So I'm standing there in line at the bar with THE FUCKING NEKROMANTIX GUITARIST IN FRONT OF ME, and I'm like freaking out, touching the back of his jacket and shit (just because I could, and he didn't even notice). He ordered 3 whiskeys all for himself and then stood there and drank them. It seemed like no one else in the bar really knew who he was or something, because NO ONE said anything to him or came up to him at all. He was drinking his whiskeys right next to the bar, so after we ordered our beers, we were just standing right next to him and didn't want to leave. So we started talking to him, asked him how much time he had left before he had to be on stage. He said "3 minutes. There's never enough time!" and downed his whiskeys. I didn't really know what to say because I was freaking out on the inside, but I finally said to myself "If I don't do this, I'm going to regret it for the rest of my life!" and that's when I asked him if I could shake his hand. He held his hand out, I shook it, and vowed to never wash it again.
Less than 5 minutes later, he was onstage with the band and I was right out there in the front, moshing with the rest of them. Later on in the show, I managed to get RIGHT IN FRONT and I think he recognized me and Adam from in the bar FIVE MINUTES AGO because he looked at us a couple times and nodded, and then walked close to the crowd so that we could reach out and touch him. One time he walked up so close to us, and had his leg up on the amp, so I reached out and grabbed his butt. Pretty sure he knew it was me. He also called me E.T. for some reason. I don't remember what I did, but they were in-between songs and he looked right at me and said "What the hell is that, some E.T. shit or somethin?" Maybe he was talking to the kid next to me or somethin, I don't know, but I'm just gonna say he fuckin called ME E.T. because that's cool as hell.
I was in the pit this time again, and getting thrown this way and that. I even crowd surfed (I was one of only TWO people that did it the whole night) and the security guy came up to me and said I get one warning and then I'm kicked out if I do it again.
After the show, somehow Adam got behind the wheel of my car and Ben told him where to go. After a few "turn here"s and a few "turn that way"s we wound up at some Denny's.
We ordered food, and Adam kept thinking we were in Canada, and none of us were really sure WHERE we were or what city we were in. It wasn't Seattle because we were on the freeway for a while before we found Denny's. I think it was Sea-Tac, but Adam kept yelling about Canadians.
Anywho, we sobered up, I drove everyone home, and that was that. I'm sore as fuck, have bruises everywhere, and I'm still fucking PSYCHED that I hung out with TROY DESTROY.
So when we got in the show, Adam and I went to the bar to drink some more. While we were in there right before the Nekromantix came on stage, we were waiting in line and this guy walks up and gets right in front of us. I looked at Adam and was half-speechless, saying "HEY ISN'T THAT.... ISN'T THAT... UM UM ISN'T THAT THE FUCKING GUY?!" and Adam says "Yes, yes it is."
So I'm standing there in line at the bar with THE FUCKING NEKROMANTIX GUITARIST IN FRONT OF ME, and I'm like freaking out, touching the back of his jacket and shit (just because I could, and he didn't even notice). He ordered 3 whiskeys all for himself and then stood there and drank them. It seemed like no one else in the bar really knew who he was or something, because NO ONE said anything to him or came up to him at all. He was drinking his whiskeys right next to the bar, so after we ordered our beers, we were just standing right next to him and didn't want to leave. So we started talking to him, asked him how much time he had left before he had to be on stage. He said "3 minutes. There's never enough time!" and downed his whiskeys. I didn't really know what to say because I was freaking out on the inside, but I finally said to myself "If I don't do this, I'm going to regret it for the rest of my life!" and that's when I asked him if I could shake his hand. He held his hand out, I shook it, and vowed to never wash it again.
Less than 5 minutes later, he was onstage with the band and I was right out there in the front, moshing with the rest of them. Later on in the show, I managed to get RIGHT IN FRONT and I think he recognized me and Adam from in the bar FIVE MINUTES AGO because he looked at us a couple times and nodded, and then walked close to the crowd so that we could reach out and touch him. One time he walked up so close to us, and had his leg up on the amp, so I reached out and grabbed his butt. Pretty sure he knew it was me. He also called me E.T. for some reason. I don't remember what I did, but they were in-between songs and he looked right at me and said "What the hell is that, some E.T. shit or somethin?" Maybe he was talking to the kid next to me or somethin, I don't know, but I'm just gonna say he fuckin called ME E.T. because that's cool as hell.
I was in the pit this time again, and getting thrown this way and that. I even crowd surfed (I was one of only TWO people that did it the whole night) and the security guy came up to me and said I get one warning and then I'm kicked out if I do it again.
After the show, somehow Adam got behind the wheel of my car and Ben told him where to go. After a few "turn here"s and a few "turn that way"s we wound up at some Denny's.
We ordered food, and Adam kept thinking we were in Canada, and none of us were really sure WHERE we were or what city we were in. It wasn't Seattle because we were on the freeway for a while before we found Denny's. I think it was Sea-Tac, but Adam kept yelling about Canadians.
Anywho, we sobered up, I drove everyone home, and that was that. I'm sore as fuck, have bruises everywhere, and I'm still fucking PSYCHED that I hung out with TROY DESTROY.