I am Covered in Blood
Bro, Fitch, Boolah, and myself went to the St. Louis area and watched GWAR last night. For those of you uninitiated, GWAR is a crazy metal band that dresses up in elaborate costumes (they look kinda like monstrous barbarians) and then proceed to put on a bizarre, violent stage show. People are murdered, blood sprays everywhere, and they usually fight a monster or two. To say it's a whole lotta fun would be an understatement, plus, if you were a white T-shirt to the shoe, you can a lasting memento of the event, cause it's guaranteed to be dyed a nice shade of reddish pink before the night is done.
Anyway, there are downsides to alla this. The crowd was packed. I somehow managed to get within two to three people of the guardrail, but that only meant there were tons of people behind me, pushing. I'll never understand how people at a concert think they can just keep moving forward when there are other physical beings who can't move anymore in front of them. Oh well, being crushed like a sardine is a small price to pay for a good show. Unfortunately, I got crammed from behind so hard that I'm pretty sure I'm pregnant right now...and I'm a dude.
Last night's Murder Victims included John Kerry, George W. Bush, Arnold Swartznegger (spell?), Michael Jackson, Osama bin Laden (course, they gave bin Laden a nuke ahead of time...), and, in our most tasteless killing of the night, Lacy Peterson. The monsters were a little shallow this time. The only ones to come out were Bonesnapper (which they gave a goofy voice to in a Lord of the Rings or Shrek mock, not sure which) and a gigantic cyborg Zombie Ronald Regan, which was easily the highlight of the night. As far as the music goes, that rocked the house as well, and I was especially pleased when they played old school favorite "Sick of You". Kick ass show, glad I went.
Anyway, there are downsides to alla this. The crowd was packed. I somehow managed to get within two to three people of the guardrail, but that only meant there were tons of people behind me, pushing. I'll never understand how people at a concert think they can just keep moving forward when there are other physical beings who can't move anymore in front of them. Oh well, being crushed like a sardine is a small price to pay for a good show. Unfortunately, I got crammed from behind so hard that I'm pretty sure I'm pregnant right now...and I'm a dude.
Last night's Murder Victims included John Kerry, George W. Bush, Arnold Swartznegger (spell?), Michael Jackson, Osama bin Laden (course, they gave bin Laden a nuke ahead of time...), and, in our most tasteless killing of the night, Lacy Peterson. The monsters were a little shallow this time. The only ones to come out were Bonesnapper (which they gave a goofy voice to in a Lord of the Rings or Shrek mock, not sure which) and a gigantic cyborg Zombie Ronald Regan, which was easily the highlight of the night. As far as the music goes, that rocked the house as well, and I was especially pleased when they played old school favorite "Sick of You". Kick ass show, glad I went.
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Looks like Kerry and Peterson were the only new foam heads then. They had the same people/monsters when I saw em up here over two years ago. Gwar rocks, but the show changes so little without the release of a new album for them to promote.
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