This weekend brought the annual Queers show, i haven’t missed this gig for 6 years. The Queers arethe first live band i ever saw and have alot to do with alot of things. I never miss the chance to see a show, neither should you.  The show was at El Corazon as usual but the turnout really sucked, we decided it was b/c of prom. Sounds really gay I know, but it true: you say pop-punk, I say puberty punk, theres a whole ton of kids who go ape shit over this band, then theres the “old school”: All the old guys you see at the shows are mostly retired SHARPS who dont give a fuck other than showing  a little loyalty and chuckle at the kids freaking out the same way they used to. There’s not much more fun than going to see the Queers. 

the show: I walked in around 10:30pm and went straight to the merch booth where i picked up my annual swag, this year a “fuck you, God save the Queers” hoodie and the granola head tee. After stashing the new gear i scanned the room to see if my friends had arrived and decided they hadn’t so I took a place on the rail where I saw a ratty figure scuttle across the floor and into backstage. I knew the guy but couldn’t figure out from where. I dismissed it as Joe Queer came out and started the set. First dozen or so songs were the usual setlist including “shes a cretin”, “kicked out of the webelos” and “everything’s ok”.  Towards the end of the set Joe made an announcement that Wimpy Rutherford was backstage and coming up to scratch out a few “classics”. I had a good laugh at the guy next to me who was filming and cursed as soon as he heard “Joe wasn’t gonna be on anymore for the night”. Ha whatta scrote! He clearly did not have any idea of Queers history or that Wimpy Rutherford is the Holy Grail of all things Queers. He pouted the rest of the show and I laughed. Wimpy came on, owlish and unstable. Half the kids at the show stood around and were unsure what to do, the other half of the fans were all older and went ballistic at the appearance. He looked completely insane, prone to random violence as he immediately howled into “we’d have a riot doing heroin”  then without so much as  drumbreak “motherfucker”.  Like I said: HOLY GRAIL. I was really irritated i didn’t place his face when i saw him on the floor and he could have signed my granola shirt.  So be it, the show went on with Wimpy gearing up  the entire stage-front into a punk rock frenzy. Outstretched hands looking for hi-5′s from him were met with crushing fist blows to the wrists which had the same affect on the kids as Christ turning water into wine and loaves into fish did on the hungry. Wimpy carried on for at least 15 full on/punk rock/fast as shit songs, impressively.  A couple of kids got the boot when security noticed them stage diving (one kid dove 4 times)  but even security was having a good time watching the show…..the historical show.  I almost didn’t go for a variety of reasons, all of them very good but of course I’m glad i attended and i learned my lesson and will never second guess a show again.  Where are the pics! My cam died at the very first photo i took. Literally.
I took this photo today of my new shirt. White is not my thing at all but i couldn’t resist this treasure. I wore it out to the store this morning to pick up a newspaper/miscellany and the looks I got were funny. I knew Seattle was sensitive but not this much! One woman in the produce aisle gasped but missed the irony of the tomatoes, lettuce and apple in my hands. The bagel guy growled quietly and muttered something about organic and of course i picked the only hippie clerk to check out with to see what she would do and she completely, unabashadely hit on me. I was using cash and since i only use cards i didn’t know how to interface cash into the screen and i asked her what to do and she purred back lasciviously “why dont you just give it to me”. It was quite lusty, to the point where there would have been no way to backtrack if needed; I am however an expert at conversational navigation.

the shirt is really cool but if the text wasnt there it’d be even cooler. I love Jerry’s logo with a slash through it, for the first time ever i have a reason to go to Whole Foods, and weekend barter fairs.

Here’s two cuts from Wimpy, and one of the very first Queers songs ever: We’d have a riot doing heroin. 

 

Some of you know Ive been consumed with film editing lately, and most of you have at least heard my ranting on twitter about the topic so you have an idea……Right now ive got 3 mini-docs put together that are in all actuality pretty good but i keep finding ways to tweak and adjust them, or compulsive little items here and there that bug me to the point of non-publish. Its taking up alot of time i would normally be spending here so it either has to die or get better. Im looking at this week as the final countdown to perfection. Bear with me. That and my birthday is coming up soon. Im always grumpy this time of year. My “birthday” makes me feel like a bitter divorcee on Christmas with 4 kids i dont get to see unless their mother is broke and her new bf isnt around to give her money. Anyways it will be over soon enough and I can focus without distraction.