What Happens In Vegas...

...stays in Vegas. Or something.

We survived our Halloween excursion to Sin City. It could be called "From Big Elvis to Coolio in three drunken days."

This is "Big Elvis"... down to 400 lbs from his original 800 lbs!

Three solid daze of booze, broads, rock n roll, horror and fun! We ended up doing virtually everything on our list. Some of the hilights were the Fangoria Magazine Trinity Of Terrors, the best bar in Vegas: THE DOUBLE DOWN; where we consumed much ass juice and did not puke, and the Halloween weirdness on the Las Vegas Strip.

We dressed as disco zombies... complete with silver foil disco shirts and much blood and gore. Our back story was that we were on our way to Studio 54 and were killed by zombies. And we deserved it. Why? Because we were going to a disco!

Disco Zombie meets the Oral/ Anal Girls

We also took in the club scene at the Hard Rock Flesh and Fantasy Ball. That was weird multiplied by a million. Old Nazz invented a dance move called the sway and topple. It's when you drink so much that you sorta fall into people. Punk rock!

Freaks!

Oh, did I mention that we spent the entire three days with a total of 5 hours of sleep? The only was to avoid a grievous hangover? STAY DRUNK!

The view from our room

We gambled a little bit and did the snake diet... one meal a day.

And our last bizarre encounter was at a 5 am $5.99 steak and eggs casino restaurant, where Coolio sat at the table next to us and was completely out of his mind .

Oh... in case you didn't know... there are hot girls everywhere in Vegas... they must grow em in a field somewhere!!!!!!!!!

I can't wait to go back!

Toonage:
Chuck Berry - Too Much Monkey Business
The Cramps - Dames, Booze, Chains and Boots
Three Aces And A Joker - Booze Party
Dropkick Murphys - Kiss Me I'm Shitfaced

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Now playing: Green Day - Welcome To Paradise
via FoxyTunes

A Musical Train Wreck

We played a show last nite that was the musical equivalent of an abortion. And not just any old abortion. An abortion that would be performed in the backroom of a Tijuana bar, involving a drunken bartender and a rusty can opener.

On the bright side, if a rotting tree falls in the forest and there is no one there to hear it, does it make a bad sound?
It's a powerfully heady thing, knowing that you have fallen into the gaping maw of suckage and that there is no way out, save just finishing the show and skulking off the stage.

I suppose every band has those nights, but man, it was comically awful. But, I am very thankful to be able to play in a band even under the most absurd circumstances (and it was f#ckloads better than stayin' home and watching the G-Damn Red Sox play in the World Series).
Well, there was nothing left to do but smile smile smile afterwards. So we attempted to drown our sorrows.

And that made for an interesting drive home.
Good thing the cd player had one of those mixes on it that get's ya through the long lonely drive home. I didn't even remember when I made the mix, but one song after another, it kept me coherent and looking forward to what was gonna come on next.

So here is a selection of the toonage that kept me from doing a Ted Kennedy on the long ride home...

Toonage:

Misfits - Where Eagles Dare
X - Johnny Hit And Run Paulene (original mix)

AC DC - If You Want Blood (You Got It)

Buck Cherry - Lit Up

Chuck Berry - Little Queenie

Black Flag - Nervous Breakdown