the bad guys are just that.
well we had a show last night, we came, we saw, we conquored. a dazzling performance if i say so myself. we let everyone use our PA, because we were nice guys. but, we played at like 7:20 and by the time 10:30 rolled around and there was still a band on...with 2 more to go we were getting aggitated. we were all pissed and wanted to get the fuck out...seing that 90 percent of the audience had left and we were tired. me and voccola told these kids in some shitty disposable band (a worse version of 8th grade ramsbey, same idea though) and we told them at 11 the PA is gone. so they're pissed they had to carry all their "gear" (crate 12" combo and a squire strat) to this place and not play. well the bad guys brought a lighting rig with two fog machines, two ampeg bass cabs, a marshal half stack, a fender full stack, two keyboards, a 7 piece pearl drum kit, and...the two jbl dual 15" speakers...AND they were complaining to us. never mind the noise ordiance laws of rhode island which states that no loud music can be polluting the air past 11:00 pm. so, with one band on stage mid performance (and still one waiting to play), mike voccola shut off the PA, and jeff and i carried it off. they were pissed, but...buy you're own fucking professional sound system...im not waiting around to watch these 2 shitty bands dick off and try to impress the 7 ugly 8th grade girls left in the "audience". they have the gaul to send us an email calling us dousche bags, and another shitty band has their myspace headline saying, "the bad guys are the worse local band ever", yea...thats the band we're the 250 lbs singer that wears a ripped sleavless jean jacket with a "bad relgion" patch on the back...with a pussy fake "punk" hair cut, and lame ass red sun glasses...yea thats the band...the band with a wicked huge crate combo amp...and super nice squire...that has complex songs made up of 3 powerchords!...holy shit! 3 power chords! unheard of. well...pisses me off, because we have to play these shitty shows to get to the good ones. god damn, i still love being the biggest ass hole around though...and i love how the bad guys are truly living up to their name.