[Thread][All in!][Gig at the Clover because we <3 Naruto the best!]
Who: YOU, MOTHAHF@#$%^&!!! And all of your friends.
Where: The Clover Club, NYC
When: October 8th, 1988. 9:30pm-ish
What: The Bondage Fundraiser for the Rape Crisis Center/Naruto's Public Birthday Bash
Warnings: Tem takes off her shirt. Known side effects include distraction, nosebleeds and spontaneous erections. View at your own risk.
The day had morphed into night within a blink of Temari’s heavily blackened eye. Hours had flown as she’d hauled equipment, set up, plugged in. Band check, staff check, sound check, checks written, check lipstick---and now she was checking the door count.
The first band, her latest outfit drenched in furious punk and fleshed out with Anko and Tayuya (tentatively entitled Unsex Me and still a complete stage virgin), was due to hit the stage in about twenty minutes and already the room was approaching max capacity with a line up outside. The guitarist was unsure as to the cause of the draw. Where they all here for Naruto? For CHB? Herself, the venue, the reputation of the warehouse gig? The cause? She decided that the why wasn’t important. All that mattered was the fact that they were there and had come with loose wallets. There was nothing more she could ask of them.
Waiting for her cue, the blonde chatted briefly with Tara Danger, club manager extraordinaire and a sex crime survivor. As the cause was near and dear to her heart, she’d been happy to lease the Saturday night, and, given the crowd the event had drawn, was now doubly so. Temari checked the time and checked the room, scouting out her troops and rounding them up for the long march to the stage.
The overhead speakers died out, cutting Joe Strummer off mid-chorus, and the lights dimmed as the rubber sole of Temari’s mid-calf Doc Martin hit the first step in the staircase on the side of the raised platform. She moved gracefully around the equipment despite the darkness and when she reached her designated clearing among the instruments and amplifiers she reached for Velma’s, Obito’s Stratocaster, cream-sicle orange neck.
Velma settled around her shoulders with a slightly unfamiliar weight and balance, so different from her Gibson Les Paul, Cherry Bomb, but Temari adjusted easily as she double checked her tuning and distortion settings.
Cherry had served her well over the years, trekking loyally all across Hell’s half acre with her despite all the broken strings and beatings her case took in the back of gear vans and originally, Temari had planned to have her here with her tonight. But, just as she’d been leaving the dorm, Velma had given her that look. The desperate look of a starving woman, all silent begging and infinite sadness. She needed to be played, and she knew that the man who played her would never touch her again. Temari hadn’t been able to deny her. Besides, this entire gig was a return to her musical roots, it made sense to bring a piece of one of the heroes from those roots with her. Cherry would forgive her.
The guitarist could feel the buzz of the crowd pressing like a wall of sound against her back as Velma hummed in her palms with repressed energy. Her sharp green shot first to Anko behind the drum kit and then to Tayuya warming her bass and suddenly her bruised plum coloured lips pulled into a wide grin. With a quick flick of her neck, her ironed blonde hair flew away from her face and Temari counted off into the roar of silence. Simultaneously, all three instruments exploded with sound and the guitarist, hands flying wildly over her strings, turned to the crowd and her microphone, matching Velma’s roar with one of her own.
“Well I’m just outta school like I’m real, real cool, gotta dance like a fool, got the message that I gotta be a wild one! Oooh yeah I’m a wild one! Gotta break the news gotta keep them moving wild, gonna keep it swinging baby, I’m a real wiiiiilddd-CHILD!”
THE SET
1 - Real Wild Child (Iggy Pop)
[Intro speech blahblahblah info about the cause, intro to the band, happy birthday Naruto!!]
2 - Oh Serena (Unsex Me, pretend Brody sounds like Tem!)
3 - No, No, No (Target Market)
4 - Your Phone’s Off the Hook [But You’re Not!] (X)
5 - Truth in the Dark (Unsex Me, pretend Dax is Tem)
6 - Sweet Baby (Target Market)
7 - Two Little Girls (Unsex Me, pretend it is electric and more angry punk and so faster and snarkier)
8 - Bad Reputation (Joan Jett and the Blackhearts)
9 - Standing in the Way of Control (Target Market)
10 - Stutter (The Pretensions)
11 - Bang (Cyanide)
12 - Girlfixer (Unsex Me, again pretend that’s Beth Ditto’s Tem’s voice)
13 - Listen Up! (Target Market, during this track, seeing as Tem is all crazy sweaty, she takes advantage of her interlude from the guitar to open the eyehooks of her corset and take it off, all she’s got underneath is sweat and electrical tape over her nipples.)
14 - Lean On Sheena (Unsex Me, again, pretend Tem is the singer and it is a little faster and harder)
15 - Vaseline (The Pretensions)
16 - That Time (Unsex Me, slightly punkier)
17 - Cherry Bomb (The Runaways)
18 - Guttermouth (Unsex Me, more electric and more snarl)
[Because I couldn’t work in a proper physical description (I suck sometimes) Tem is wearing: a black corset that is held with eyelet hooks in the front, men’s underwear with notches in the thick elastic waistband which sits low on her hip bones and can be seen because her jeans (dark blue, just shy of skin tight with slashed/worn out thighs and rolled up to the top of her boots) are a bit big in the waist and so cinched below her hip bones with a thick black leather and studded belt with a metal skull buckle, mid-calf high black Doc Martin boots, two chains hanging from her front right belt loop and tucking in with her wallet in her back left pocket, black fabric gauntlets that go from mid-upper arm to just below the knuckles (they have holes for her thumbs). Her hair has been ironed pin straight and her makeup is best described thusly, black mask with purple rot/bruising at the edges, red wine/purple lipstick that is smudged like she wiped the back of her hand across it.]
Where: The Clover Club, NYC
When: October 8th, 1988. 9:30pm-ish
What: The Bondage Fundraiser for the Rape Crisis Center/Naruto's Public Birthday Bash
Warnings: Tem takes off her shirt. Known side effects include distraction, nosebleeds and spontaneous erections. View at your own risk.
The day had morphed into night within a blink of Temari’s heavily blackened eye. Hours had flown as she’d hauled equipment, set up, plugged in. Band check, staff check, sound check, checks written, check lipstick---and now she was checking the door count.
The first band, her latest outfit drenched in furious punk and fleshed out with Anko and Tayuya (tentatively entitled Unsex Me and still a complete stage virgin), was due to hit the stage in about twenty minutes and already the room was approaching max capacity with a line up outside. The guitarist was unsure as to the cause of the draw. Where they all here for Naruto? For CHB? Herself, the venue, the reputation of the warehouse gig? The cause? She decided that the why wasn’t important. All that mattered was the fact that they were there and had come with loose wallets. There was nothing more she could ask of them.
Waiting for her cue, the blonde chatted briefly with Tara Danger, club manager extraordinaire and a sex crime survivor. As the cause was near and dear to her heart, she’d been happy to lease the Saturday night, and, given the crowd the event had drawn, was now doubly so. Temari checked the time and checked the room, scouting out her troops and rounding them up for the long march to the stage.
The overhead speakers died out, cutting Joe Strummer off mid-chorus, and the lights dimmed as the rubber sole of Temari’s mid-calf Doc Martin hit the first step in the staircase on the side of the raised platform. She moved gracefully around the equipment despite the darkness and when she reached her designated clearing among the instruments and amplifiers she reached for Velma’s, Obito’s Stratocaster, cream-sicle orange neck.
Velma settled around her shoulders with a slightly unfamiliar weight and balance, so different from her Gibson Les Paul, Cherry Bomb, but Temari adjusted easily as she double checked her tuning and distortion settings.
Cherry had served her well over the years, trekking loyally all across Hell’s half acre with her despite all the broken strings and beatings her case took in the back of gear vans and originally, Temari had planned to have her here with her tonight. But, just as she’d been leaving the dorm, Velma had given her that look. The desperate look of a starving woman, all silent begging and infinite sadness. She needed to be played, and she knew that the man who played her would never touch her again. Temari hadn’t been able to deny her. Besides, this entire gig was a return to her musical roots, it made sense to bring a piece of one of the heroes from those roots with her. Cherry would forgive her.
The guitarist could feel the buzz of the crowd pressing like a wall of sound against her back as Velma hummed in her palms with repressed energy. Her sharp green shot first to Anko behind the drum kit and then to Tayuya warming her bass and suddenly her bruised plum coloured lips pulled into a wide grin. With a quick flick of her neck, her ironed blonde hair flew away from her face and Temari counted off into the roar of silence. Simultaneously, all three instruments exploded with sound and the guitarist, hands flying wildly over her strings, turned to the crowd and her microphone, matching Velma’s roar with one of her own.
“Well I’m just outta school like I’m real, real cool, gotta dance like a fool, got the message that I gotta be a wild one! Oooh yeah I’m a wild one! Gotta break the news gotta keep them moving wild, gonna keep it swinging baby, I’m a real wiiiiilddd-CHILD!”
THE SET
1 - Real Wild Child (Iggy Pop)
[Intro speech blahblahblah info about the cause, intro to the band, happy birthday Naruto!!]
2 - Oh Serena (Unsex Me, pretend Brody sounds like Tem!)
3 - No, No, No (Target Market)
4 - Your Phone’s Off the Hook [But You’re Not!] (X)
5 - Truth in the Dark (Unsex Me, pretend Dax is Tem)
6 - Sweet Baby (Target Market)
7 - Two Little Girls (Unsex Me, pretend it is electric and more angry punk and so faster and snarkier)
8 - Bad Reputation (Joan Jett and the Blackhearts)
9 - Standing in the Way of Control (Target Market)
10 - Stutter (The Pretensions)
11 - Bang (Cyanide)
12 - Girlfixer (Unsex Me, again pretend that’s Beth Ditto’s Tem’s voice)
13 - Listen Up! (Target Market, during this track, seeing as Tem is all crazy sweaty, she takes advantage of her interlude from the guitar to open the eyehooks of her corset and take it off, all she’s got underneath is sweat and electrical tape over her nipples.)
14 - Lean On Sheena (Unsex Me, again, pretend Tem is the singer and it is a little faster and harder)
15 - Vaseline (The Pretensions)
16 - That Time (Unsex Me, slightly punkier)
17 - Cherry Bomb (The Runaways)
18 - Guttermouth (Unsex Me, more electric and more snarl)
[Because I couldn’t work in a proper physical description (I suck sometimes) Tem is wearing: a black corset that is held with eyelet hooks in the front, men’s underwear with notches in the thick elastic waistband which sits low on her hip bones and can be seen because her jeans (dark blue, just shy of skin tight with slashed/worn out thighs and rolled up to the top of her boots) are a bit big in the waist and so cinched below her hip bones with a thick black leather and studded belt with a metal skull buckle, mid-calf high black Doc Martin boots, two chains hanging from her front right belt loop and tucking in with her wallet in her back left pocket, black fabric gauntlets that go from mid-upper arm to just below the knuckles (they have holes for her thumbs). Her hair has been ironed pin straight and her makeup is best described thusly, black mask with purple rot/bruising at the edges, red wine/purple lipstick that is smudged like she wiped the back of her hand across it.]
