Friday: We drove to Syracuse, NY and it only snowed for 5 minutes by Scranton, PA. HA! We get there around the time the show is supposed to start and try to get comfortable. Badlands is this rad community building/art space on E. Fayette Street. If you play fast music, I suggest you make a stop here one day. We park, give the Nimbus dudes high fives, load the equipment into a hallway, some of us go get vegan food and some of us wait (awkwardly in the corner) for the show to start. The band that opened the show up was Empty Threat. These dudes are something like 14 or 15 years old and are playing powerviolence... radical. These kids spazz the fuck out for 15 minutes and we're floored after their set. I didn't even know what powerviolence was at that age and they nailed it. The dude who held the microphone in this band was also the dude who booked this show, Malcolm Flannigan. We can't thank you enough, Malcolm! After them comes us and we butcher a cover of "Seein' Red" by Minor Threat. Fuck us, right? Yeah, I think so. Nimbus Terrifix is up next and do what they do best. Shred everything. They even closed their set out with a cover of "Bleed For Me" by Dead Kennedys. BET! White Guilt was the end band of the night. Pissed... that is the word for this band. We loved every second of it. These dudes rage for about 20-25 minutes with the microphone holder of this band, Josh, spitting over the crowd, kicking both of his shoes off (one of which, whacked the bassist in the face.) and putting a group of people through the wall. I picked up their LP after that one. Solid as an Ice Giant's dick, they were.
Show over, now to find a place to stay. Josh of White Guilt lived at Badlands, but upstairs. He let us stay in the show space, hooked us up with some cups and the key to the back door. We end up getting some beer, juice and chinese food for me and Bear. There is a Hip-Hop party going on in the space next door, Rickey and Jesse head over to check it out. Rickey tells us it's like a "7th grade dance", so I go pass out on the drum rug. An hour later, I wake up to these two girls sitting on our equipment and trying to remember all the names of the "Rock stars" they just met. That would be us. The rest is kind of a blur. I know we stole some jugs of Hawaiin Punch and I didn't sleep much, because I didn't bring a blanket or pillow. Good times, bad food (raw tofu pizza). Wake up, grab great vegan breakfast at Stolen Hearts Cafe, say goodbye to Josh, get a tape adapter and make our journey to Plattsburgh, NY.
Last show story tomorrow, I don't think I'm gonna do this again.
-Squibbles
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