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Check back for my "shout outs" from this years Maddoxapolooza/Davestock 2006.
First off, Thursday night i went to a party. I drank and partied with some of my Bridgewater brotheren, and proceeded to bring in my birthday with a mere 12 pack of Keiths. Had a good time though. Crashed at 4am, got up around 7ish to take Robyn home and then go home myself. Slept till probably 12ish or so, then woke up to see a beautiful Crate BT220 Bassamp. This bitch is hot as fuck with built in octave/distortion channels and a built in tuner. It's balls loud too.
So i was fuckin' with it, having a grand old time, and the band comes over and we jam for a long time. Robyn gives me Bark At The Moon and Dark Side Of The Moon boxers! This was also the day i find out that all kinds of bands are dropping out. Fuckin' fantastic. I was going fuckin' nuts. I couldn't believe everything was falling apart. However, the band brought my spirits up, since i picked up The Man at the Irving, which is Manny Schwall! He came over, fucked everything up, and made us hungry for more. Crazy man. Robyn came over to try and calm me down, but unfortunately she was tired and fell asleep.
That night, i tossed and turned like crazy. I could not go to sleep for the life of me. I kept thinking everything would fall apart, like no one would show up or all the bands would just crap out. So many bands had, i was really discouraged. Finally i was awakened by Manny and Christian's stupidity, and we started jamming with Gill once she had arrived. The time came, and we went to the venue.
Getting everything started was fine, and then our set was so much fun. These are the songs we played:
Power Rangers/Children Of The Grave (by Black Sabbath)/Power Rangers
Sultans Of Swing (kinda fast) by Dire Straits
Another Brick In The Wall Part I/The Happiest Days Of Our Lives/Another Brick In The Wall Part II/Another Brick In The Wall Part III/Goodbye Cruel World by Pink Floyd
Comfortably Numb by Pink Floyd
Walk This Way by Aerosmith
Diary Of A Madman by Ozzy
Bark At The Moon by Ozzy
After the set, that's when everything went downhill. 3 shithead underaged drinkers start fucking shit up, by trying to beat up a chaperone. Yep, a chaperone. So what happens? All hell breaks loose. We managed to get them outside. That's where the fun began. They kept trying to hit all the chaperones, so i stepped up to the plate and threw one of the bigger fucks down hard into an SUV. One shithead gets in my face and tells me to pick some friends and take him on, while my bandmates were rolling up their sleeves just WAITING to jump in. However, turning 20 doesn't just bring age, it brings wisdom. It seems that night, i thought all my decisions out thoroughly and effeciently, and decided that fighting is the wrong idea and then tried calming them down. Well that seemed to work, until they were all at it again. My mother called 911, and then they all eventually took off. After that was over, i find out that there was a huge crowd just WAITING to jump in and help me out, and then once everything was taken care of i recieved a standing ovation and bowed to the adoring public, thus bringing in my 20th birthday and ending Maddoxapolooza/Davestock 2006 on a fine chord. Seems like everyone had a good time, and i'm insanely tired and stressed. Playing a show and then about to get in a fight is not a good idea, but i'm happy with how i handled it....
...Until i find out those fucks threatened not only my friends and chaperones, but even Robyn and my brother Jordan. I'm kinda glad they didn't tell me that, because i would have ripped their heads off. I know i'd still be in jail. Words can't describe how much rage i would have felt when everything was in full steam. So much for maturity at that point; thats crossing the line.
Anyways, that night we drank and had a good time. Woke up, Manny took off as did Dave and Robyn, then me and Christian were getting ready to go see WWE Backlash at Classics. About to drink a beer, i suddenly get a phone call. It was my sister in law, telling me that my wife was in a semi-mild car accident with a drunk driver. My heart sank. I was told she was okay, however she had pains in her neck back and nose. I guess she was the only one that was hurt. It still wasn't necessary, and if i had known which hospital she had went too, i would have said "screw the PPV" and visited her. She's doing better now, but still sore.
I think its going to be a DMB thing now where we excercise more. Lately we've been playing a lot of basketball and a lot less drinking than what we normally do. I think its a great idea, and i'm all for getting in shape. If i had people that are willing to do the same with me, then i'm hoping to drop a fuckload before the summer ends. I'm also thinking of getting a job at Walmart, since i was pretty much offered a full time job there in automotive. Time will tell.
Anyways, thats all for now. Those fucks will probably find me at work and fuck my shit up, so i guess thats something to look forward to. Sigh.
Thanks to everyone that came out to the show. Big thanks to those that were rolling up their sleeves and clenching their fists for me, really means the world.
First off, Thursday night i went to a party. I drank and partied with some of my Bridgewater brotheren, and proceeded to bring in my birthday with a mere 12 pack of Keiths. Had a good time though. Crashed at 4am, got up around 7ish to take Robyn home and then go home myself. Slept till probably 12ish or so, then woke up to see a beautiful Crate BT220 Bassamp. This bitch is hot as fuck with built in octave/distortion channels and a built in tuner. It's balls loud too.
So i was fuckin' with it, having a grand old time, and the band comes over and we jam for a long time. Robyn gives me Bark At The Moon and Dark Side Of The Moon boxers! This was also the day i find out that all kinds of bands are dropping out. Fuckin' fantastic. I was going fuckin' nuts. I couldn't believe everything was falling apart. However, the band brought my spirits up, since i picked up The Man at the Irving, which is Manny Schwall! He came over, fucked everything up, and made us hungry for more. Crazy man. Robyn came over to try and calm me down, but unfortunately she was tired and fell asleep.
That night, i tossed and turned like crazy. I could not go to sleep for the life of me. I kept thinking everything would fall apart, like no one would show up or all the bands would just crap out. So many bands had, i was really discouraged. Finally i was awakened by Manny and Christian's stupidity, and we started jamming with Gill once she had arrived. The time came, and we went to the venue.
Getting everything started was fine, and then our set was so much fun. These are the songs we played:
Power Rangers/Children Of The Grave (by Black Sabbath)/Power Rangers
Sultans Of Swing (kinda fast) by Dire Straits
Another Brick In The Wall Part I/The Happiest Days Of Our Lives/Another Brick In The Wall Part II/Another Brick In The Wall Part III/Goodbye Cruel World by Pink Floyd
Comfortably Numb by Pink Floyd
Walk This Way by Aerosmith
Diary Of A Madman by Ozzy
Bark At The Moon by Ozzy
After the set, that's when everything went downhill. 3 shithead underaged drinkers start fucking shit up, by trying to beat up a chaperone. Yep, a chaperone. So what happens? All hell breaks loose. We managed to get them outside. That's where the fun began. They kept trying to hit all the chaperones, so i stepped up to the plate and threw one of the bigger fucks down hard into an SUV. One shithead gets in my face and tells me to pick some friends and take him on, while my bandmates were rolling up their sleeves just WAITING to jump in. However, turning 20 doesn't just bring age, it brings wisdom. It seems that night, i thought all my decisions out thoroughly and effeciently, and decided that fighting is the wrong idea and then tried calming them down. Well that seemed to work, until they were all at it again. My mother called 911, and then they all eventually took off. After that was over, i find out that there was a huge crowd just WAITING to jump in and help me out, and then once everything was taken care of i recieved a standing ovation and bowed to the adoring public, thus bringing in my 20th birthday and ending Maddoxapolooza/Davestock 2006 on a fine chord. Seems like everyone had a good time, and i'm insanely tired and stressed. Playing a show and then about to get in a fight is not a good idea, but i'm happy with how i handled it....
...Until i find out those fucks threatened not only my friends and chaperones, but even Robyn and my brother Jordan. I'm kinda glad they didn't tell me that, because i would have ripped their heads off. I know i'd still be in jail. Words can't describe how much rage i would have felt when everything was in full steam. So much for maturity at that point; thats crossing the line.
Anyways, that night we drank and had a good time. Woke up, Manny took off as did Dave and Robyn, then me and Christian were getting ready to go see WWE Backlash at Classics. About to drink a beer, i suddenly get a phone call. It was my sister in law, telling me that my wife was in a semi-mild car accident with a drunk driver. My heart sank. I was told she was okay, however she had pains in her neck back and nose. I guess she was the only one that was hurt. It still wasn't necessary, and if i had known which hospital she had went too, i would have said "screw the PPV" and visited her. She's doing better now, but still sore.
I think its going to be a DMB thing now where we excercise more. Lately we've been playing a lot of basketball and a lot less drinking than what we normally do. I think its a great idea, and i'm all for getting in shape. If i had people that are willing to do the same with me, then i'm hoping to drop a fuckload before the summer ends. I'm also thinking of getting a job at Walmart, since i was pretty much offered a full time job there in automotive. Time will tell.
Anyways, thats all for now. Those fucks will probably find me at work and fuck my shit up, so i guess thats something to look forward to. Sigh.
Thanks to everyone that came out to the show. Big thanks to those that were rolling up their sleeves and clenching their fists for me, really means the world.