Mostly Eye - Candy
Ahhhh what a week!
Between Halloween and Fun Fun Fun Fest weekend im still in recovery.
I should be alright by Thursday when the Death Cult Train pulls into town ready to fuck your shit up.
SUPERMANG! He likes climbing over that beast of a couch.
Oh, the things I do for my little guy, here we have one Yo Gabba Gabba themed pumpkin of the 'Foofa' variety
He loved it so much! eeep Carving that thing took way longer than I expected.
Drake's 1st successful trick or treat experience, what a happy little family.
PURRPLE SPIDER HAUS [my son has a German accent for some reason]! Drake was OBSESSED with this spider, morning noon and night I had to hear about that thing.
Check out his candy bag, that was after we went down ONE street. He made out like a bandit, Mmmm Grapeheads! Needless to say, Ben and I have consumed WAY TOO MUCH candy.
Two hours of Trick and/or Treating was enough for him. He had a blast ringing door bells.
I wonder how long before we can teach him "DING-DONG-DITCH"
We headed to Austin to get Reatardeddd, not what I was expecting.
Good but Big Man and I agree'd Jay would have been better sans-backing band.
I wish I would have gotten pictures of Penny's Cheech costume and the guy dressed
as the 'Blood Visions' album cover!
The Teeners were as excellent[drunk] as ever! And the Marked Men were a nice surprise too
Those Marked Men
Thanks for not knocking me in the head this time big guy.
Momma Cleo and I <3 and a Strange Boy playing Peek a Boo/looking Photoshopped in
2/3rds of Smear Campaign turds!
TAKE TWO;
Duermete mi bebita!
TACO BREAK!! I need to make 'ojitos' lovey[drunk] eyes at the guy from Rapido Taco more often.
He hooked us up with half price tacos made with love and extra cholesterol.
I love SHE HULK
Jay Reatard and his band of Boston Chinks
And dudes, this is what dreams are made of
"Holy shit, it's Skeletor!" I *realllly* need that Clawful action figure. Christmas is coming, take note d-bags. Victoria made the cutest Velma EVARRRRR.
Thursday I skipped work because I was in a coma, I shouldn't have either. I kicked myself in the ass not having that extra 80 bucks I would have made that day.
Fast forward to Saturday:
Metal Mike is was so fucking funny. The merch area at Fun Fun Fucks Fest was located directly in front of the "indie" stage. Jesus H Christ, I wanted to kill myself. I don't think a single good band played that stage either one of those days. All I heard was whiny alterna-dribble from dudes who sing in falsetto, also this area was littered with "Boho's". Listen bitches, Rachel Zoe is the crypt keeper and bohemian chic makes you look like an even more retarded version of Stevie Nicks, tool. Fuck your flowy dresses and hideous cowboy boots. They kept coming up asking if I had any Zykos? merch, I guess they were on too many downers to realize I was sitting behind a table full of t shirts that said ANGRY SAMOANS. Go sit by a tree already and burn your high waisted jeans. I can't think of a piece of clothing I hate more than High Waisted throw back 70s bell bottom jeans. gagggg Dickies are kinda bad too, the fake ascot thing not the pants. Okay the pants suck too, holmes. And what was with people thinking we were from LA. Ben and I responded to that question with nothing but bitchfaces.
But I digress, on to pictures.
The Samoans were pretty much the only band I was there to see, minutes before they went on I saw some drunk dude fall off the stage and fall FACE FIRST into the ground and fish out. Blood gushed from his mouth and when he came to he spit out some teeth. I hope his camera was okay, but he face sure wasnt. It was JAWESOME, But not as much as the free Heineken we got until they figured out we were just crew and not rockstars shmoozers.
Samoans plus a special guest for the Ballad of Jerry Curlan
Just a note, Stagediving is gay. Okay I take that back, people who can't stage dive correctly are gay. Long legged dude, fat old guy, stupid girl who jumped head 1st: STAGE DIVING IS NOT FOR YOU. I caught a heel to the nose, I was hoping for a gruesome black eye all I got was a swollen bridge.
Post the Pre-Busdriver bowl, thus the serious look on my face.
Echo Mic in the house.
>>>>>>>>>>back to Beerland
HIGH-TENSION. HIGH. TENSION. WIRES!
FANTASTIC SET AHHHHH!
The Samoans were slightly less lively than earlier in the day but awesome nonetheless.
The crowd was WILD, too wild for my little ass.
Tim lookin' especially creepy!
BEST. FLYER. EVER
Thanks again, Mitch!
I ruuvvv him when I'm not fighting the urge to scratch his eyes out.
Mike keeps all the REALLY cool shirts for himself.
We ended up with 4 shirts, I had to have both the Lindsay and Brittney prints.
They both say 'Sex and Cocaine' on them, I got countless dirty looks from people while wearing one of said shirts out yesterday. YESSS!
Sunday, we weaseled our way in with a sixer of tecate.
Beers were FOUR bucks each, Im not paying that much for anything thats not a tall pint of my favorite dark brew.
Gettin' Bromantical. Marc Hardcore, some gay dude, Dennis
Ben and I
CH3 played so much better than I thought they would.
The Saints played 10x better than last time I saw them. They weren't nearly as trashed, the drummer didn't even fall off his stool a single time.
Take one, fuck you sun
Take TWO
The [future] Punk Rock Baby-Sitters Service
Long talks with this girl ruled
The entire "festival" was pretty much a sham like I expected it to me. Festival settings can blow me.
I wont mention the band because they're not completely crappy but I heard "This one is for Biscuit" followed by the biggest[shittiest] cover[massacre] of the song 'FUN FUN FUN' Ive heard in my life. Let's get real, that festival had nothing to do with the band\man mentioned. Fun Fun Fun Fest had no soul, it was a pre-packaged corporate sponsored ear-gasm for the STUPID masses.
The only things I really liked about it were seeing a bunch of people I love,seeing one of my favorite bands, and finding an awesome SLUDGEWORTH 7inch at the Room Service tent. Reppin' TWENTY motherfuckin' SEVEN!!!
And Im Krystal and that concludes my coverage of last week.
Between Halloween and Fun Fun Fun Fest weekend im still in recovery.
I should be alright by Thursday when the Death Cult Train pulls into town ready to fuck your shit up.
SUPERMANG! He likes climbing over that beast of a couch.
Oh, the things I do for my little guy, here we have one Yo Gabba Gabba themed pumpkin of the 'Foofa' variety
He loved it so much! eeep Carving that thing took way longer than I expected.
Drake's 1st successful trick or treat experience, what a happy little family.
PURRPLE SPIDER HAUS [my son has a German accent for some reason]! Drake was OBSESSED with this spider, morning noon and night I had to hear about that thing.
Check out his candy bag, that was after we went down ONE street. He made out like a bandit, Mmmm Grapeheads! Needless to say, Ben and I have consumed WAY TOO MUCH candy.
Two hours of Trick and/or Treating was enough for him. He had a blast ringing door bells.
I wonder how long before we can teach him "DING-DONG-DITCH"
We headed to Austin to get Reatardeddd, not what I was expecting.
Good but Big Man and I agree'd Jay would have been better sans-backing band.
I wish I would have gotten pictures of Penny's Cheech costume and the guy dressed
as the 'Blood Visions' album cover!
The Teeners were as excellent[drunk] as ever! And the Marked Men were a nice surprise too
Those Marked Men
Thanks for not knocking me in the head this time big guy.
Momma Cleo and I <3 and a Strange Boy playing Peek a Boo/looking Photoshopped in
2/3rds of Smear Campaign turds!
TAKE TWO;
Duermete mi bebita!
TACO BREAK!! I need to make 'ojitos' lovey[drunk] eyes at the guy from Rapido Taco more often.
He hooked us up with half price tacos made with love and extra cholesterol.
I love SHE HULK
Jay Reatard and his band of Boston Chinks
And dudes, this is what dreams are made of
"Holy shit, it's Skeletor!" I *realllly* need that Clawful action figure. Christmas is coming, take note d-bags. Victoria made the cutest Velma EVARRRRR.
Thursday I skipped work because I was in a coma, I shouldn't have either. I kicked myself in the ass not having that extra 80 bucks I would have made that day.
Fast forward to Saturday:
Metal Mike is was so fucking funny. The merch area at Fun Fun Fucks Fest was located directly in front of the "indie" stage. Jesus H Christ, I wanted to kill myself. I don't think a single good band played that stage either one of those days. All I heard was whiny alterna-dribble from dudes who sing in falsetto, also this area was littered with "Boho's". Listen bitches, Rachel Zoe is the crypt keeper and bohemian chic makes you look like an even more retarded version of Stevie Nicks, tool. Fuck your flowy dresses and hideous cowboy boots. They kept coming up asking if I had any Zykos? merch, I guess they were on too many downers to realize I was sitting behind a table full of t shirts that said ANGRY SAMOANS. Go sit by a tree already and burn your high waisted jeans. I can't think of a piece of clothing I hate more than High Waisted throw back 70s bell bottom jeans. gagggg Dickies are kinda bad too, the fake ascot thing not the pants. Okay the pants suck too, holmes. And what was with people thinking we were from LA. Ben and I responded to that question with nothing but bitchfaces.
But I digress, on to pictures.
The Samoans were pretty much the only band I was there to see, minutes before they went on I saw some drunk dude fall off the stage and fall FACE FIRST into the ground and fish out. Blood gushed from his mouth and when he came to he spit out some teeth. I hope his camera was okay, but he face sure wasnt. It was JAWESOME, But not as much as the free Heineken we got until they figured out we were just crew and not rockstars shmoozers.
Samoans plus a special guest for the Ballad of Jerry Curlan
Just a note, Stagediving is gay. Okay I take that back, people who can't stage dive correctly are gay. Long legged dude, fat old guy, stupid girl who jumped head 1st: STAGE DIVING IS NOT FOR YOU. I caught a heel to the nose, I was hoping for a gruesome black eye all I got was a swollen bridge.
Post the Pre-Busdriver bowl, thus the serious look on my face.
Echo Mic in the house.
>>>>>>>>>>back to Beerland
HIGH-TENSION. HIGH. TENSION. WIRES!
FANTASTIC SET AHHHHH!
The Samoans were slightly less lively than earlier in the day but awesome nonetheless.
The crowd was WILD, too wild for my little ass.
Tim lookin' especially creepy!
BEST. FLYER. EVER
Thanks again, Mitch!
I ruuvvv him when I'm not fighting the urge to scratch his eyes out.
Mike keeps all the REALLY cool shirts for himself.
We ended up with 4 shirts, I had to have both the Lindsay and Brittney prints.
They both say 'Sex and Cocaine' on them, I got countless dirty looks from people while wearing one of said shirts out yesterday. YESSS!
Sunday, we weaseled our way in with a sixer of tecate.
Beers were FOUR bucks each, Im not paying that much for anything thats not a tall pint of my favorite dark brew.
Gettin' Bromantical. Marc Hardcore, some gay dude, Dennis
Ben and I
CH3 played so much better than I thought they would.
The Saints played 10x better than last time I saw them. They weren't nearly as trashed, the drummer didn't even fall off his stool a single time.
Take one, fuck you sun
Take TWO
The [future] Punk Rock Baby-Sitters Service
Long talks with this girl ruled
The entire "festival" was pretty much a sham like I expected it to me. Festival settings can blow me.
I wont mention the band because they're not completely crappy but I heard "This one is for Biscuit" followed by the biggest[shittiest] cover[massacre] of the song 'FUN FUN FUN' Ive heard in my life. Let's get real, that festival had nothing to do with the band\man mentioned. Fun Fun Fun Fest had no soul, it was a pre-packaged corporate sponsored ear-gasm for the STUPID masses.
The only things I really liked about it were seeing a bunch of people I love,seeing one of my favorite bands, and finding an awesome SLUDGEWORTH 7inch at the Room Service tent. Reppin' TWENTY motherfuckin' SEVEN!!!
And Im Krystal and that concludes my coverage of last week.