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Brick's 40th Birthday
Bash
(at Al's Bar, Los Angeles)
[This was an email to Christian Lunch on April 7, 1997-he had tried to make
it down for the bash, but couldn't make it.]
Show
was great--a strange mix of Teutonically precise stage management (it ended
EXACTLY on schedule) and gloriously and excessively American rockin' out
weirdness. I took pictures all night and the whole affair was recorded on
DAT. My wife had bought an enormous birthday cake of the deepest chocolate
but more about that later. All the bands played their asses off. Edwin asked
if he could play a few toons with his new band the Spit Force Five and by
8:06 he announces this is our last song and two minutes later he's saying
thanks and I'm going what? So they played another song and were done in 11
minutes! Weird. Cool stuff, tho'--and Edwin gets to play leads! Reminded
me a lot of an old band of his called Oozing Thumb. The new Lexington Devils
are incredible, beyond the blooz sound of the Jakk, absolutely impossible
to describe. "L. Ron's Cupboard" in particular was strong, and they did this
amazing version of the Stevie Wonder toon "I Wish" as an encore. Many in
the audience had suddenly become mysteriously hungry and demanded the cake
be cut--so the candles were placed (by Crazy Dean the Taping Machine--who
else?) lit and blown out (after a truly pathetic and incredibly shortened
"Happy Birthday") and the munchies-crazed herd descended....
Scratch
Bongo Wax--you'd love these guys--were so amped it verged on the scary and
their flipped out singer was weird beyond words. I handed him a piece of
birthday cake while he's onstage and instantly in one glorious splat it's
all over his head. Meanwhile he's reaching into a big bag and hurling all
sorts of things--food, really weird food, dog toys, party favors, noise makers,
records--into the crowd. Of course, they played SO FUCKING LOUD that they
drove all but the dumbest of us into the other rooms (or out onto the herbal
patio) to protect what survives of our hearing. Repeated pleas from the audience
of "Robert, TURN DOWN!!!" fell on his apparently long deaf ears and I suppose
too some people were a bit freaked at the amount of stuff that Craig was
hurling through the rank Al's Bar air in their direction. Singles, in particular,
have an especially nasty look careening frisbee-like threw a crowd. He puked
at will during "Surfing Turd" (but this failed to impress Fearless Leader's
Sarge, who yelled from the floor--"Anybody can upchuck--it takes a MAN to
clean it up!") Still, Craig spat and writhed and stood on his head with alacrity
throughout his four shirt performace. Paul Grant saw him later outside on
the street, crouched down, "silent--just staring with those eyes..."
Cheeseburger
are very cool, a touch of surf, a little spaghetti western, a lot of classic
Edwin-mania--and Edwin was dressed to the nines in his famous cheetah suit
and foot-high matching shoes. By now the club was seriously filling up and
I was being somewhat overwhelmed by inebriated "Happy Birthdays" and didn't
notice that apparently Edwin had spent the bulk of the set trashing me....
The Punk Rock Vatos are an incredibly rocking punk band featuring Jaime who
I've known since he used to play all of Ron and Janie's parties in the early
80's and they tore the place up. Wayne Pemberton (ex-Thirsty Brat, now a
Luxury Cruiser) was forced up on stage with them for "Chinese Rock" which
he lit into with all the fury of a former user--then Backbiter played a thirty
minute set of three songs headbangingly segued into one another followed
up by a quickie "I Want You Right Now" MC5-style that lifted the roof off
the joint.
Fearless Leader
had spent an hour putting on make-up and diapers full of chili and creamed
corn and chocolate pudding and when they hit the stage the packed house was
in a frenzy but they had what seemed like the worst drummer in LA and were
so incredibly awful it was hysterical, Sarge's amp all fucked up going on
and off and on and off irregularly, the drummer beating away ametrically
in the background, insults flying. As the band started the second song Sarge
was in a fury packing up, a guy in a diaper and clown make-up, in the middle
of the stage putting his guitar away in its case. Finally I sat in on drums
and things tightened up somewhat but this only seemed to work up the audience
even more and the food starting flying thick and fast and within seconds
a large slice of birthday cake slammed into my arm and slid off slowly and
grotesquely. (Bob Lee later took credit for that--"It was your birthday"
he explained...) Then came more cake, beer, cups--meanwhile the contents
of the various diapers came loose and poured all over the stage and the three
clowns before me were sliding and falling about, Sarge--guitarless now--screamed
into two mikes and began to slither across the stage like an evil serpent
and bit the others on the leg. Basically it was punk as fuck--raunchy and
rockin' and fierce and funny and stoopid and scary with maximum audience
participation. Finally--I looked up, trying to concentrate on these songs
I had not played in a decade (if at all) and there was Alien Rock butt naked
(well not completely--I'm told that he was wearing a rubber) and I started
laughing so hard I couldn't play and just sat there being pelted as they
ranted and slid and danced and screamed and oozed and then I got back under
control and launched into the toon again (it was their drawn out classic
"Sunshine Superstar" with the classic chant "Peace / Love / War / Hate" and
the chorus "it's the way you are (x4) you're a super star (x2) you're a sunshine
superstar, Baby") and it ended in a huge finale when suddenly Alien Rock,
nude and covered with slime and crud threw his skinny nekkid body into the
drums and the kit flew apart all over me and the stage.
And it ended at exactly 1:15.