I hurt myself today...
Wow. Two nights of partygirl and I am still feeling human. More or less. Thursday night was the Dirty Faces CD release show with The Bumps, Centipede E'est and lots of special guests. It was Rickety Thursday revival night....the names may have changed, but the faces were the same.
I think it was the first Bumps set I have seen all the way through....the "southern rock" vibe comes on strong which isn't always my favorite thing, but damn, they rocked it! I drank coronas and smoked my free camel lights (another nod to the olden times!) and bobbed my head up front all the way through. They all looked like rock stars. Glitter's guest vocals amped it up and touched my heart----it's always nice to see the big rock feuds resolved through the power of music.
Took a sit down for the Centipede set, but holy shit--they are TIGHT! The opening number was blissful. Lingo can write a beautiful song, and SING IT beautifully. And then he can fall all over himself in fury. A true chameleon.
The Faces set was just pretty pretty chaos. I've railed against the trend towards adding more and more members to every band in town in the past, but I have to say that the more people got on that little stage, the more intense it hit. I got serious rock neck. More importantly, I got INSPIRED. And I got the feeling that Pittsburgh is coming back to rule the world. Just you wait and see.
Last night was the party at the mansion. I haven't been to the mansion in a long, long time, and it remains mostly unchanged(I didn't venture upstairs to see what went on with the construction...that will be another time) I went as a phantom dominatrix, and I have to say that I am going to take every opportunity in the future to wear my tophat and handcuffs. I will MAKE opportunities to do this if necessary.
Like....the brandy worked me into a lather and I finally laid the groundwork for my Pigface-inspired industrial cover band project: Heliofucker. This has been in the dream stages for something like TEN YEARS, but last night something about the costume and the brandy and mood made me start to actually invite boys to be in my band. Both the boys I invited last night easily agreed to appear shirtless with a collar and chain. I need to invite at least 3 more boys before the onslaught can become a reality, but I think it WILL finally happen. And I decided whilst getting freaky with Mueller to "Wild Thing" that an extended industrial version of that song will be the centerpiece of the set. Details to follow.
In the meantime, I'll be playing with Anita Fix, possibly an all girl band called My Niece Denise, and a couple of other loose projects. I was also invited to just crash the YMD party any time I want...with promises that I will not sustain physical injury EVERY time. That's all a girl can hope for.
And also...finally I have obtained my personal holy grail....The Dad's Porno Mag CD. After exhausting every legitimate channel and coming up empty handed, a friend in ENGLAND offered to burn a copy and send it ACROSS THE SEA to me. I figure I will just throw $12 at Roxie the next time I see him. It's totally infectious and even in the rare moments when I am NOT listening to it actively, I am hearing songs in my head. Most specifically, Candy Lovin. Good lord, that song is the catchiest thing EVER! I believe in candy.....indeed.
Wow. Two nights of partygirl and I am still feeling human. More or less. Thursday night was the Dirty Faces CD release show with The Bumps, Centipede E'est and lots of special guests. It was Rickety Thursday revival night....the names may have changed, but the faces were the same.
I think it was the first Bumps set I have seen all the way through....the "southern rock" vibe comes on strong which isn't always my favorite thing, but damn, they rocked it! I drank coronas and smoked my free camel lights (another nod to the olden times!) and bobbed my head up front all the way through. They all looked like rock stars. Glitter's guest vocals amped it up and touched my heart----it's always nice to see the big rock feuds resolved through the power of music.
Took a sit down for the Centipede set, but holy shit--they are TIGHT! The opening number was blissful. Lingo can write a beautiful song, and SING IT beautifully. And then he can fall all over himself in fury. A true chameleon.
The Faces set was just pretty pretty chaos. I've railed against the trend towards adding more and more members to every band in town in the past, but I have to say that the more people got on that little stage, the more intense it hit. I got serious rock neck. More importantly, I got INSPIRED. And I got the feeling that Pittsburgh is coming back to rule the world. Just you wait and see.
Last night was the party at the mansion. I haven't been to the mansion in a long, long time, and it remains mostly unchanged(I didn't venture upstairs to see what went on with the construction...that will be another time) I went as a phantom dominatrix, and I have to say that I am going to take every opportunity in the future to wear my tophat and handcuffs. I will MAKE opportunities to do this if necessary.
Like....the brandy worked me into a lather and I finally laid the groundwork for my Pigface-inspired industrial cover band project: Heliofucker. This has been in the dream stages for something like TEN YEARS, but last night something about the costume and the brandy and mood made me start to actually invite boys to be in my band. Both the boys I invited last night easily agreed to appear shirtless with a collar and chain. I need to invite at least 3 more boys before the onslaught can become a reality, but I think it WILL finally happen. And I decided whilst getting freaky with Mueller to "Wild Thing" that an extended industrial version of that song will be the centerpiece of the set. Details to follow.
In the meantime, I'll be playing with Anita Fix, possibly an all girl band called My Niece Denise, and a couple of other loose projects. I was also invited to just crash the YMD party any time I want...with promises that I will not sustain physical injury EVERY time. That's all a girl can hope for.
And also...finally I have obtained my personal holy grail....The Dad's Porno Mag CD. After exhausting every legitimate channel and coming up empty handed, a friend in ENGLAND offered to burn a copy and send it ACROSS THE SEA to me. I figure I will just throw $12 at Roxie the next time I see him. It's totally infectious and even in the rare moments when I am NOT listening to it actively, I am hearing songs in my head. Most specifically, Candy Lovin. Good lord, that song is the catchiest thing EVER! I believe in candy.....indeed.
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