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CCHC vs. Pop Punk!
Round 1.
Saturday night. 6:30. 15 warm bodies stretching muscles and cracking jokes in the parking lot. the CCHC was present in near-full force. Bandanas pocketed. Excutement saturating the air as we lined up to get our stamps and step inside..
Whoa. Fuck that story telling stuff. I'll give it to yu straight. My ride was with The Shoe, always a good thing. Eigh of us piled into the SUV, listening to Minor Threat and SHUTTING THE FUCK UP in the carpool lane. We arrive a few minutes after doors are scheduled to open and Chris and I X up in the parking lot with Soph's magnum (It's the little details that make this so special..) Everyone is touching their toes and reaching behind their backs, basically shootin' the shit and making plans for what we're going to do inside. I met the other Justin character tonight, that kid can dance.. but more on that later.
Mostly everyone was there, sucked that Patcore couldn't show up because of baseball. Anyway, we all get inside and check it out. I'd say that when doors first opened there were only about 35 people inside and fifteen of that were in the crew. Clovis doesn't fuckin' care, we hang any crowd. Haha. We went and hung out in the Rhino room, waiting for everyone else to show up while pullin' spinkicks and slow-mo floor punches. Around this time the place begins to fill in a bit.
Okay- Role call. Shoemate, Hugh, Chris D, Jeremy, Militant Mike, Jesus M. Christ, Stephanie Allucinor, Danny and his brother Alan, Johnny E, Gabagail, Sophia, Britt, Matt, and RP Justin.
MIA - Michelle, Katelyn, Patness, Steph, Jan and Kaylee. You guys were missed.
SOUTH OF SHAW! ..Okay, none of were really excited for the band, everyone was just sort've juiced about the idea of throwing down. So the CCHC strapped on our bandana's, I pulled up my hoodie completing the Ninja effect. People were looking at us like we were nuts and nobody knew what to expect. So they start up a bit and we start moving. Like clockwork we just made this giant typhoon of bodies. X's, bandana's, Fists and feet were flying in a giant circle pit. That's how you start a show off right.
But then it happened..the music sort've slowed down for the verse. It was so light you might've missed it, but like a second sense we stopped. Fists too the ground, stomping like a sumo wrestler and spinkicking.
We gave it our all, held nothing back. Mike, Chris, Shoe, and Myself windmilling. The entire gang two stepping. Fucking insane. And right towards the end of the set, the lead singer from South of Shaw jumped down and threwdown with us. We brought the fun, and we brought the Hardcore out of everyone.
"Let's get this wall to wall" - Chris D
That pretty much summed up the second band. We pushed the crowd as far as they would go and took over again. I debuted my frog squats, I had a lot of fun with that. Eight feet side to side.
Split Habit was even poppier that the last band? Is that possible? They had ZERO traces of anything heavy, so we just two stepped, skanked and once in a while grabbed a little peice of floor to sweep kick, or stomp-step. Chris D. and my self rushed through the crowd, jumped up on stage and had our way with the singer and guitarist. Stage fucking should be a national pass time.
Haha, now, the band we came to see. FLIGHT 409! We were chanting Clo-VIS, CLO-VIS! while they were trying to talk. I couldn't stop laughing.
"The whole bandana thing is fucking ridiculous"-from some guy really into flight 409 but claimed to have been in a hardcore band
Don't you just love it?
"The bassist from flight 409 eagerly trying to push me off the stage" -Johnny E
Chris and I were going to jump back on stage to get a picture of stage fucking but these girls in Hoodies and crooked hats screamed at me and clawed at my face. Kids are vicious!
Well now, the Dane really made this band fun. Right towards the middle of song he runs into the middle of the pit, throws up the claw and is joined by everyone else. And like the song KNEW what it needed to do, it slowed down. We leap to our feet, grab a square and tore shit up. Magical I tell you. Magical.
"I never knew pop punk could be so hardcore" - Shoey.
This is about the time Army of Freshmen came up on stage and they were the only band (Besides South of Shaw's singer) to really acknowledge us. After about the third song they mentioned, "Fresno City's hardcore scene is in force tonight" or something along those lines and we all looked at him and screamed "We're from FUCKING CLOVIS!" Chants started, fists in the air. "Oh well, I'm glad members of Clovis' hardcore society made it out, no hardcore shows tonight?"
"Shit, we'd better play something fast so we don't get assaulted by some 14 year old hardcore kid with a chain after the show." They played the Simpsons theme on keyboard and did that braveheart thing you've already read about.
"This one goes out to the Clovis Hardcore posse."
We tried to coerce them into playing a minor threat cover but to no avail. God, after about four hours I still saw Shoe, John and Mike two stepping like it was nothing.
"If at every show, there was this much unity, then everyone would have as much fun as we did tonight, even if we all didn't like the music." - Hugh
Fuckin' true too. This was one of the best nights in the vast history of the CCHC.
"We skanked, we danced, we CONQUERD." - Militant Mike of the CCHC
My quads still burn and so do my arms. A great night spent with great friends.
out.
Round 1.
Saturday night. 6:30. 15 warm bodies stretching muscles and cracking jokes in the parking lot. the CCHC was present in near-full force. Bandanas pocketed. Excutement saturating the air as we lined up to get our stamps and step inside..
Whoa. Fuck that story telling stuff. I'll give it to yu straight. My ride was with The Shoe, always a good thing. Eigh of us piled into the SUV, listening to Minor Threat and SHUTTING THE FUCK UP in the carpool lane. We arrive a few minutes after doors are scheduled to open and Chris and I X up in the parking lot with Soph's magnum (It's the little details that make this so special..) Everyone is touching their toes and reaching behind their backs, basically shootin' the shit and making plans for what we're going to do inside. I met the other Justin character tonight, that kid can dance.. but more on that later.
Mostly everyone was there, sucked that Patcore couldn't show up because of baseball. Anyway, we all get inside and check it out. I'd say that when doors first opened there were only about 35 people inside and fifteen of that were in the crew. Clovis doesn't fuckin' care, we hang any crowd. Haha. We went and hung out in the Rhino room, waiting for everyone else to show up while pullin' spinkicks and slow-mo floor punches. Around this time the place begins to fill in a bit.
Okay- Role call. Shoemate, Hugh, Chris D, Jeremy, Militant Mike, Jesus M. Christ, Stephanie Allucinor, Danny and his brother Alan, Johnny E, Gabagail, Sophia, Britt, Matt, and RP Justin.
MIA - Michelle, Katelyn, Patness, Steph, Jan and Kaylee. You guys were missed.
SOUTH OF SHAW! ..Okay, none of were really excited for the band, everyone was just sort've juiced about the idea of throwing down. So the CCHC strapped on our bandana's, I pulled up my hoodie completing the Ninja effect. People were looking at us like we were nuts and nobody knew what to expect. So they start up a bit and we start moving. Like clockwork we just made this giant typhoon of bodies. X's, bandana's, Fists and feet were flying in a giant circle pit. That's how you start a show off right.
But then it happened..the music sort've slowed down for the verse. It was so light you might've missed it, but like a second sense we stopped. Fists too the ground, stomping like a sumo wrestler and spinkicking.
We gave it our all, held nothing back. Mike, Chris, Shoe, and Myself windmilling. The entire gang two stepping. Fucking insane. And right towards the end of the set, the lead singer from South of Shaw jumped down and threwdown with us. We brought the fun, and we brought the Hardcore out of everyone.
"Let's get this wall to wall" - Chris D
That pretty much summed up the second band. We pushed the crowd as far as they would go and took over again. I debuted my frog squats, I had a lot of fun with that. Eight feet side to side.
Split Habit was even poppier that the last band? Is that possible? They had ZERO traces of anything heavy, so we just two stepped, skanked and once in a while grabbed a little peice of floor to sweep kick, or stomp-step. Chris D. and my self rushed through the crowd, jumped up on stage and had our way with the singer and guitarist. Stage fucking should be a national pass time.
Haha, now, the band we came to see. FLIGHT 409! We were chanting Clo-VIS, CLO-VIS! while they were trying to talk. I couldn't stop laughing.
"The whole bandana thing is fucking ridiculous"-from some guy really into flight 409 but claimed to have been in a hardcore band
Don't you just love it?
"The bassist from flight 409 eagerly trying to push me off the stage" -Johnny E
Chris and I were going to jump back on stage to get a picture of stage fucking but these girls in Hoodies and crooked hats screamed at me and clawed at my face. Kids are vicious!
Well now, the Dane really made this band fun. Right towards the middle of song he runs into the middle of the pit, throws up the claw and is joined by everyone else. And like the song KNEW what it needed to do, it slowed down. We leap to our feet, grab a square and tore shit up. Magical I tell you. Magical.
"I never knew pop punk could be so hardcore" - Shoey.
This is about the time Army of Freshmen came up on stage and they were the only band (Besides South of Shaw's singer) to really acknowledge us. After about the third song they mentioned, "Fresno City's hardcore scene is in force tonight" or something along those lines and we all looked at him and screamed "We're from FUCKING CLOVIS!" Chants started, fists in the air. "Oh well, I'm glad members of Clovis' hardcore society made it out, no hardcore shows tonight?"
"Shit, we'd better play something fast so we don't get assaulted by some 14 year old hardcore kid with a chain after the show." They played the Simpsons theme on keyboard and did that braveheart thing you've already read about.
"This one goes out to the Clovis Hardcore posse."
We tried to coerce them into playing a minor threat cover but to no avail. God, after about four hours I still saw Shoe, John and Mike two stepping like it was nothing.
"If at every show, there was this much unity, then everyone would have as much fun as we did tonight, even if we all didn't like the music." - Hugh
Fuckin' true too. This was one of the best nights in the vast history of the CCHC.
"We skanked, we danced, we CONQUERD." - Militant Mike of the CCHC
My quads still burn and so do my arms. A great night spent with great friends.
out.