Misconcieved Show Review

[CixWicked]

What a wicked world…

Misconceived hit’s the stage with (hed) p.e.

Ok, so it’s Saturday, and the day that we have all been waiting for has finally arrived. We’d been stoked and hyped about this night since the Smile Empty Soul show fell through, and the booking agent told us that we get a co-headlining slot with any national act we choose. We –all- wanted to see hed p.e. and the opportunity to play –with them- was too good to be true.

So I’m standing by the car, in the parking lot, watching swarms of heavy metal fans mulling around, talking and trading war stories of shows gone by. I’m looking around the lot, picking out members of bands… I see Others Not Equal, Self Infliction, Big Fat Kill… all kinds of great local bands, and when I looked up, and saw the huge tour bus pull in, I knew the hed guys had arrived.

BUT… just like all nightmares, the booking agent called us to rally, however our Bass player and rhythm guitar were no where to be found (*Probably inside getting too drunk to play. CRAP!!!). We walk over, and Brain lays it on us like this. “Yeah we didn’t know hed p.e. would be bringing 4 bands with them. As it stands, we’re opening up second stage. You guys got a choice. You can play about 10 or 15 minutes on Main stage at like 6:30… Play second stage at about 7:30, or play after hed pe, at like Midnight…

CRAP… that’s like asking us which finger we want cut off… Just for those who aren’t sure what I’m talking about. For most local shows the PRIME slot is about 9:30 to about 11pm. It’s when the bar gets hopping, more people are there, and everyone wants to hear you. Anything before 9 is pretty crappy cause most people just don’t show up, and anything after 11 get’s dead cause people don’t wanna be up too late.

Greeeaaatttt…

Well we thought maybe playing =-after-= hed pe might be good. At least we’re sure to have a nice sized crowed… AND… no local act has ever played at harpos –AFTER- a national act so… Yeah, we were grasping at straws… anyways. We’re all mulling it over, talking and enjoying the night.

Mind you we’ve only been at the venue about 30 minutes. The band ‘Big Fat Kill’ gets on second stage, and start rocking out. Hip Hop and heavy metal (This ain’t linkin park… not that there’s anything wrong with linkin park. To me they sounded kind of like Slipknot meets Twista. It was sweet).

I’m walking along the dancefloor, drinking my Vodka Cranberry (Too much beer before a performance creates all sorts of problems). And checking out the band, and I hear a loud scream from behind me. I turn around, and this… let’s call him dumb-fuck-boot-eater, or dfbe for short, and you’ll understand why in a momement. This numb-nutz is full on plowing into people in an unformed, and UNFORMING mosh pit. Pissing people off left and right.

I turn, walk through the crowd, get to a table, set my ¼ of a drink down, and think twice… I’m gonna finish my fucking drink, damnit. As soon as I put the glass to my lips, DFBE Slams into the people on the other side of me… My ice, vodka and cranberry juice is EVERYWHERE… You little emo bitch, you gotta die…

I turned around, rage and murder in my eyes, and this girl… I swear she reminded me of a shorter Candy (Miss and love you, babes), rises up out of the crowed, grabs the back of the guys shirt, and Cold Cocks him 4 times in the back of the head. I was so turned on, I forgot all about killing the guy. But then she turned as her boy friend pulled her off him, and I was left alone again.. without a dream or a drink… shit.

So I go back, and Chappo’s standing there, and he hands me a beer. It’s gonna be a good night after all. I raise my beer to my lips… it is good… Chappo has done well, and… WHAT THE FUCK!!!!????

YEP… never underestimate the stupidity of dumb fuck boot eaters… never do that. So there we are… me, my guitarist (Dan), my Drummer (Chappo), the band Hate bomb, and all our beers, and DFBE Slams into the group of us… beer went everywhere…

I’m seeing red again, and I look up, and Chappo grabs the grubby little bastards, and gives him a ‘Four winds throw’… falls with him, and proceedsto punch the guy in the face… repeatedly… Meanwhile Lots of other people start to dive onto chappo… wait no… they are diving –OVER- chappo, to puch this idiot boy in the face as well…

Being the super-hero type guy that I am, I wade in and start pulling people off him. Some guy slams into my back, now I’m on my knees above DFBE, and I look up, as Chappo takes his boot, and slams it painfully into the guys face…

Ok, we separate them.. no need to kill the idiot… it’s only beer… wait… what am I saying?

Anyways. I get up the guy Jumps to his feet, turns, And starts to charge Chappo… Remember what I said about underestimating stupidity of DFBE’s and how not too? Remember I said that. I grabbed our dumb ass friend, and threw him at the Dance floor. I think I hit I too. He looked at me… then he –saw- me, and calmed down.

“Go away ya dumb fuck, before I let him pull your head the rest of the way off.”

Brian (The booking agent, remember him) barrels through, grabs me by my shoulder, and says… “Don’t worry about him… I’m putting him in the corner.” I looked up, and these bouncers are carrying DFBE off to a corner. The gave him a stool, and told him if he get’s up, there gonna put him out. Then Brian says. “Find me in about an hour…” I’m like, ‘Cool’.

Go back about my business… The next hour or so is peppered with lots of drinking, and dancing to a couple kick ass bands. You can probably imagine it on your own, I don’t need to tell you. I walk up to Brian, who looks at me and says. “You love me right?”

I’m like, You know it…

He’s like “8:30, you guys load your shit up and hit main stage… Rock this place the fuck out.” OH HELL YEAH!!!

Oh shit oh shit oh shit. Now keep in mind, even at 8:30, harpos had at least 500 600 people there. Brian says there were at least 1000 but I’m humble.

We set up on stage faster than I’ve –ever- seen us set up before. I literally got everything on the stage, walked down to get a shot while they set up their shit… but the time I got up on stage, I did a quick vocal sound check and the lights came up.

I look down, and there is a sea of people standing at the pit… there’s a crazy energy, and as Butch jumped into our first song (Unbound), the crowed goes apeshit. We hammer through that first tune, and the crowd is cheering, hopping around, waving people are climbing up the stage to touch my hand. I look over, and Joe Postal (From the band Others Not Equal) is on the side of the stage, watching.

“We got a special treat for you guys with this next song. WHO FUCKING LOVES DETROIT METAL?” Crowd answers with a resounding insanity.

”WHO LOVES THE BAND OTHERS NOT EQAUL?” They repeat the sentiment.

“WHO LOVES JOE FUCKING POSTAL!?!?!” I wave him over to my guitarists back up mick. “Joe get you ass up here help me sing this fucking song.”

Now I sing… I try to carry a tune at all times. I –can- scream, and growl, but I typically don’t. Postal… This man has a scream that you wont even believe. He’s awesome. And the two styles of our voices coming together is awesome.

We’re belting the song ‘shackeld’ out, and the crowed is LOVIN it… the mosh pit is completely insane… which is suprising considereing DFBE isn’t part of it. Wow… guess they really –didn’t- need him to start a good pit. Who’da thunk it?

That song and the next few songs go off without a hitch. I’m sweating like a virgin at a Ron Jeremy Bachelor party.

I look over at Butch (My lead guitarist), or at least where but had been standing 2 seconds earlier… I hear the song ‘Tears’s guitar riff start off, and I hear the crowd go wild. I step up, and Butch’s crazy ass is standing –IN- the mosh pit, with 8 big mutha fuckers standing around him, while he’s playing!!! The crowd is HYPED by this…They are going –CRAZY!!!-

We jam through that song. Butch walks back up on stage, and the crowd greets him with another Roar of approval.

Finally we go into the last song, and people are literally scaling the wall to get on stage with me. I’m grabbing hands… BUT of course, the sound guy cuts the last song after our first false ending…

Crowd is screaming, cheering and hopping, and God it felt awesome.

We loaded up our shit, and went back in to have fun. There was another band playing on second stage, but as I walked onto the dance floor, there is a rush of people telling me how awesome my voice is, how great we are as a band, how much ass we kicked, asking for autographs, and pics. (I have never had people ask me to take pics with them, it was weird, but very cool.)

There were –lots- of great bands there, and the band Mowar and Hed PE Kicked –much- ass… (Well I spent most of the hed pe show talking to my ex about why I gave up on us… No honey, Honestly I think it was your husband that gave up on us, but that’s a topic for another thread.).

The show was so very sweet. We got signed for the Powerman 5000 show coming up September 21st Tickes are only $15 Come out, and I’ll give you a great big kiss. :D

[Homicidalheathen]

GAWD.

What a night!

'You little emo bitch, you gotta die'

Die emo bitch die! It is blasmphemy to waste thy beeer!

' I’m sweating like a virgin at a Ron Jeremy Bachelor party.'

I'll bring a hanky when I come see ya next time!

What a wicked world…

Misconceived hit’s the stage with (hed) p.e.

Ok, so it’s Saturday, and the day that we have all been waiting for has finally arrived. We’d been stoked and hyped about this night since the Smile Empty Soul show fell through, and the booking agent told us that we get a co-headlining slot with any national act we choose. We –all- wanted to see hed p.e. and the opportunity to play –with them- was too good to be true.

So I’m standing by the car, in the parking lot, watching swarms of heavy metal fans mulling around, talking and trading war stories of shows gone by. I’m looking around the lot, picking out members of bands… I see Others Not Equal, Self Infliction, Big Fat Kill… all kinds of great local bands, and when I looked up, and saw the huge tour bus pull in, I knew the hed guys had arrived.

BUT… just like all nightmares, the booking agent called us to rally, however our Bass player and rhythm guitar were no where to be found (*Probably inside getting too drunk to play. CRAP!!!). We walk over, and Brain lays it on us like this. “Yeah we didn’t know hed p.e. would be bringing 4 bands with them. As it stands, we’re opening up second stage. You guys got a choice. You can play about 10 or 15 minutes on Main stage at like 6:30… Play second stage at about 7:30, or play after hed pe, at like Midnight…

CRAP… that’s like asking us which finger we want cut off… Just for those who aren’t sure what I’m talking about. For most local shows the PRIME slot is about 9:30 to about 11pm. It’s when the bar gets hopping, more people are there, and everyone wants to hear you. Anything before 9 is pretty crappy cause most people just don’t show up, and anything after 11 get’s dead cause people don’t wanna be up too late.

Greeeaaatttt…

Well we thought maybe playing =-after-= hed pe might be good. At least we’re sure to have a nice sized crowed… AND… no local act has ever played at harpos –AFTER- a national act so… Yeah, we were grasping at straws… anyways. We’re all mulling it over, talking and enjoying the night.

Mind you we’ve only been at the venue about 30 minutes. The band ‘Big Fat Kill’ gets on second stage, and start rocking out. Hip Hop and heavy metal (This ain’t linkin park… not that there’s anything wrong with linkin park. To me they sounded kind of like Slipknot meets Twista. It was sweet).

I’m walking along the dancefloor, drinking my Vodka Cranberry (Too much beer before a performance creates all sorts of problems). And checking out the band, and I hear a loud scream from behind me. I turn around, and this… let’s call him dumb-fuck-boot-eater, or dfbe for short, and you’ll understand why in a momement. This numb-nutz is full on plowing into people in an unformed, and UNFORMING mosh pit. Pissing people off left and right.

I turn, walk through the crowd, get to a table, set my ¼ of a drink down, and think twice… I’m gonna finish my fucking drink, damnit. As soon as I put the glass to my lips, DFBE Slams into the people on the other side of me… My ice, vodka and cranberry juice is EVERYWHERE… You little emo bitch, you gotta die…

I turned around, rage and murder in my eyes, and this girl… I swear she reminded me of a shorter Candy (Miss and love you, babes), rises up out of the crowed, grabs the back of the guys shirt, and Cold Cocks him 4 times in the back of the head. I was so turned on, I forgot all about killing the guy. But then she turned as her boy friend pulled her off him, and I was left alone again.. without a dream or a drink… shit.

So I go back, and Chappo’s standing there, and he hands me a beer. It’s gonna be a good night after all. I raise my beer to my lips… it is good… Chappo has done well, and… WHAT THE FUCK!!!!????

YEP… never underestimate the stupidity of dumb fuck boot eaters… never do that. So there we are… me, my guitarist (Dan), my Drummer (Chappo), the band Hate bomb, and all our beers, and DFBE Slams into the group of us… beer went everywhere…

I’m seeing red again, and I look up, and Chappo grabs the grubby little bastards, and gives him a ‘Four winds throw’… falls with him, and proceedsto punch the guy in the face… repeatedly… Meanwhile Lots of other people start to dive onto chappo… wait no… they are diving –OVER- chappo, to puch this idiot boy in the face as well…

Being the super-hero type guy that I am, I wade in and start pulling people off him. Some guy slams into my back, now I’m on my knees above DFBE, and I look up, as Chappo takes his boot, and slams it painfully into the guys face…

Ok, we separate them.. no need to kill the idiot… it’s only beer… wait… what am I saying?

Anyways. I get up the guy Jumps to his feet, turns, And starts to charge Chappo… Remember what I said about underestimating stupidity of DFBE’s and how not too? Remember I said that. I grabbed our dumb ass friend, and threw him at the Dance floor. I think I hit I too. He looked at me… then he –saw- me, and calmed down.

“Go away ya dumb fuck, before I let him pull your head the rest of the way off.”

Brian (The booking agent, remember him) barrels through, grabs me by my shoulder, and says… “Don’t worry about him… I’m putting him in the corner.” I looked up, and these bouncers are carrying DFBE off to a corner. The gave him a stool, and told him if he get’s up, there gonna put him out. Then Brian says. “Find me in about an hour…” I’m like, ‘Cool’.

Go back about my business… The next hour or so is peppered with lots of drinking, and dancing to a couple kick ass bands. You can probably imagine it on your own, I don’t need to tell you. I walk up to Brian, who looks at me and says. “You love me right?”

I’m like, You know it…

He’s like “8:30, you guys load your shit up and hit main stage… Rock this place the fuck out.” OH HELL YEAH!!!

Oh shit oh shit oh shit. Now keep in mind, even at 8:30, harpos had at least 500 600 people there. Brian says there were at least 1000 but I’m humble.

We set up on stage faster than I’ve –ever- seen us set up before. I literally got everything on the stage, walked down to get a shot while they set up their shit… but the time I got up on stage, I did a quick vocal sound check and the lights came up.

I look down, and there is a sea of people standing at the pit… there’s a crazy energy, and as Butch jumped into our first song (Unbound), the crowed goes apeshit. We hammer through that first tune, and the crowd is cheering, hopping around, waving people are climbing up the stage to touch my hand. I look over, and Joe Postal (From the band Others Not Equal) is on the side of the stage, watching.

“We got a special treat for you guys with this next song. WHO FUCKING LOVES DETROIT METAL?” Crowd answers with a resounding insanity.

”WHO LOVES THE BAND OTHERS NOT EQAUL?” They repeat the sentiment.

“WHO LOVES JOE FUCKING POSTAL!?!?!” I wave him over to my guitarists back up mick. “Joe get you ass up here help me sing this fucking song.”

Now I sing… I try to carry a tune at all times. I –can- scream, and growl, but I typically don’t. Postal… This man has a scream that you wont even believe. He’s awesome. And the two styles of our voices coming together is awesome.

We’re belting the song ‘shackeld’ out, and the crowed is LOVIN it… the mosh pit is completely insane… which is suprising considereing DFBE isn’t part of it. Wow… guess they really –didn’t- need him to start a good pit. Who’da thunk it?

That song and the next few songs go off without a hitch. I’m sweating like a virgin at a Ron Jeremy Bachelor party.

I look over at Butch (My lead guitarist), or at least where but had been standing 2 seconds earlier… I hear the song ‘Tears’s guitar riff start off, and I hear the crowd go wild. I step up, and Butch’s crazy ass is standing –IN- the mosh pit, with 8 big mutha fuckers standing around him, while he’s playing!!! The crowd is HYPED by this…They are going –CRAZY!!!-

We jam through that song. Butch walks back up on stage, and the crowd greets him with another Roar of approval.

Finally we go into the last song, and people are literally scaling the wall to get on stage with me. I’m grabbing hands… BUT of course, the sound guy cuts the last song after our first false ending…

Crowd is screaming, cheering and hopping, and God it felt awesome.

We loaded up our shit, and went back in to have fun. There was another band playing on second stage, but as I walked onto the dance floor, there is a rush of people telling me how awesome my voice is, how great we are as a band, how much ass we kicked, asking for autographs, and pics. (I have never had people ask me to take pics with them, it was weird, but very cool.)

There were –lots- of great bands there, and the band Mowar and Hed PE Kicked –much- ass… (Well I spent most of the hed pe show talking to my ex about why I gave up on us… No honey, Honestly I think it was your husband that gave up on us, but that’s a topic for another thread.).

The show was so very sweet. We got signed for the Powerman 5000 show coming up September 21st Tickes are only $15 Come out, and I’ll give you a great big kiss. :D