Mar 15: Little Rock, AR!

Holy macular this show was...well...I'll tell you about it. Our camera ran out of batteries, so we literally got one good picture. This blog is gonna be mad wordy, BUT THIS STORY KICKS BUTT!

The show was booked by awesome dudes called Happy Fuckers Unite. They put on really amazing shows in Little Rock, and holy shit this show promised to be no exception. This is who was playing:

Videohippos. They're Baltimore/Wham City heros. Also the dude from Adventure was on tour with them doing dem keyz. Too many awesome.

Lesser Gonzolez Alvarez. Another awesome Balitmore dude. All those guys were on their way to Austin for SOUTHBYSOUTHWEST.

B L A C K I E. All caps with spaces. From Houston. Act like you know.

and Ghost Mall. From New York. These dudes. I swear.

OKAY! So here's what happened.

The show was booked at a house, but the Happy Fuckers invited the bands to play under a bridge, which sounded cooler than cool so we was like FUCKIN OKAY.

(except for the first band, Ghost Mall, who turned that house into a freakin fire house of holyshit. We're gonna drag their booties to Iowa. Watch your shit.)

We all rolled down to the bridge to live out our deepest RHCP fantasies, and it was just as kick ass as we wanted to be. We all unloaded and got ready, and then B L A C K I E began his assault.

B L A C K I E was quiet in real life, but when he played he was an absolute monster. The only picture we got that night was of him.

The under the bridge-ness of this show was AMAZING. With B L A C K I E's crazy sound and all the kick ass Little Rock kids going bonk, it was feeling real futuristic. Real William Gibson. Real Cyber Punk. I've been waiting for that future since high school, and let me tell you, it's baller.

BUT THEN! And this is where it goes down. DA FUZZ. A neighbor wasn't having our slanted punk utopia and decided the authorities needed to get involved. So the rest of the bands packed up as B L A C K I E was 'rapping' it up (holla), thinking to go back to the house and finish off the amazing night.

But then the cops showed up. They parked us all in and went around checking all the locals for outstanding warrants. It seemed like it was gonna be all shill and rill, but alas. After a long while the main promoter dude was escorted away in handcuffs. We later found out why, which was is so badass it's deserves it's own paragraph, and only made the William Gibson-ness of the evening even more profound.

Hacking. He was arrested for hacking. Holy fucking shit is there anything more baller? No, I agree, there is not.

Anyways. When we got back to the house we found out more things had gone awry. Turns out the van with the PA in it had been impounded. So the amazing night came to an unfortunate and grinding halt and we we're left with a sensation not disimilar to blue...well.

THAT BEING SAID! Not all was lost. It was still a great night of friend making and (a little) music.

The kidz in Little Rock rule the school. Nuf. Said.