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circa '94
KMFDM were playing in Tulsa so everyone was scrambling and arranging rides. I actually ended up going to this one, unlike the Einstürzende Neubauten show in Dallas. I would have rather gone to that one but things got royally screwed up. So I am going to riding with Amy since she and Scott were having, up, problems. A very weird situation since I had dated for some time before setting the two of them up. While I am getting ready and waiting for her to show up, I was making a tape for the drive. She showed up with like 15 minutes of tape left and only putting on my shoes left. She knew very well I was not leaving without this tape but thought she could try to rush me a little. Didn't work. If I looked hard enough I could find that tape, since I still have it. So off we went on a mad dash from Oklahoma City to Tulsa.
once we got to Tulsa there was a bit where we were lost but I feel it was worth it. we ended up downtown right as the sun was setting. Amongst all of these old, tall buildings. Looking up there were hundreds of bats going from roof top to roof top. very pretty. take a second and enjoy it, then ask somebody for directions. We ended up getting to the club before the opening band went on. I believe it was Stabbing Westward, but once again i am unsure about a band i have seen. once we got inside we met up with Scott and
marc17. this actually caused a round of laughter because marc and i were both wearing shirt and tie outfits. Out of place amongst all those gothed out and the skinheads. I was dressed like this because I felt the need to dress up for an event like this. marc was because he came straight from a dissertation. somewhere there is a photo of the two of us here, though I am not sure if it is on my camera or his. we stayed in back talking until the opening band came on, then everyone split up and rocked out.
during the opening band, fro the most, i stayed in back checking out their AV equipment. projecters always catch my eye.marc came walking by at one point. he was going to take pictures of the 70 year old serving the beer. If I am not mistaken, he was the owner of the place. it was kind of seeing this old man in with all these people. eventually I wandered to the little picnic area out side. i kind of walked around listening to conversations. thinking how odd it was that all of this kids had step out doors. it was nice to be able to breathe, and to hear, but just felt weird. i came back inside as the band was finishing. we all hooked back up in the back of the club.
then KMFDM hit the stage and everything went nuts. all of the skinheads up front started one of the more violent pits i have ever seen. the only reason they most of them were there anyway was because KMFDM is a German band and so must be sympathetic to their cause. Who ever said they were smart? the whole thing almost made me reluctant to go in. i knew it was going to hurt. that was the good part. then i got to thinking i could hurt some of them all in the name of good clean fun. that was the better part. so i went in all nice and pretty and full force. there's no stopping anger. at one point i went down, and not being so small, sent about four or five people down with me. mostly from tripping over me. after i got pulled up, i went to the back to check for any possible bleeding. And to get some air.
right as i had just varified my condition as ok, marc came up and asked me to hold his camera. gave the whole thing about making sure nothing happened to it. then headed into the same pit I had just stumbled out of. i actually wish we could have been in there together. there would have been bloodshed for sure. the last time he and i had been in a pit together was at a house party were some band was playing. that was 3+ years prior to this one. it was all these college kids. most of whom had no idea how to react to our going around someones living room. some of them were not smart to move back. they learned quick enough. the only one i can remeber prior to that was Psychic TV. that one just moved way to slow to be any fun. eventually he came back out looking only about as half as rough as i am sure i did.
after the show ended someone decided that it would be fun to go to a club there called Ikon. on a good night it probably would not have been a bad place to go. this night every one had already spent their money. when we walked in, our group made up half the people there. so i grabbed a table and sat down. everyone else headed for the dance floor or various conversations. great place to be. the place had that odor of stale sweat and staler cigarettes. something that would become even more familiar to me after i moved to Boston. i was very recently told that the club has since become a pool hall..."and a shitty one at that."
on the ride home there was a point where a group of us some how somehow ended up on the shoulder of the turnpike. i really have no idea why. idon't think i knew at the time either, though it may have been a flat tire. i have a couple of pictures of this. one of them taken from in the middle of the road. never a smart thing. we stayed there for probably 15 minutes. the cops would have loved this group but there wasn't one to be seen. or they figured it was best to keep driving. i'll add them here if i come across them again.
this and the Cramps show were some of the last i made it to while in Oklahoma. that i remember anyway. maybe i'll tell that story sometime. maybe not. i actually thinkMikey should tell that one.
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circa '94
KMFDM were playing in Tulsa so everyone was scrambling and arranging rides. I actually ended up going to this one, unlike the Einstürzende Neubauten show in Dallas. I would have rather gone to that one but things got royally screwed up. So I am going to riding with Amy since she and Scott were having, up, problems. A very weird situation since I had dated for some time before setting the two of them up. While I am getting ready and waiting for her to show up, I was making a tape for the drive. She showed up with like 15 minutes of tape left and only putting on my shoes left. She knew very well I was not leaving without this tape but thought she could try to rush me a little. Didn't work. If I looked hard enough I could find that tape, since I still have it. So off we went on a mad dash from Oklahoma City to Tulsa.
once we got to Tulsa there was a bit where we were lost but I feel it was worth it. we ended up downtown right as the sun was setting. Amongst all of these old, tall buildings. Looking up there were hundreds of bats going from roof top to roof top. very pretty. take a second and enjoy it, then ask somebody for directions. We ended up getting to the club before the opening band went on. I believe it was Stabbing Westward, but once again i am unsure about a band i have seen. once we got inside we met up with Scott and
marc17. this actually caused a round of laughter because marc and i were both wearing shirt and tie outfits. Out of place amongst all those gothed out and the skinheads. I was dressed like this because I felt the need to dress up for an event like this. marc was because he came straight from a dissertation. somewhere there is a photo of the two of us here, though I am not sure if it is on my camera or his. we stayed in back talking until the opening band came on, then everyone split up and rocked out.during the opening band, fro the most, i stayed in back checking out their AV equipment. projecters always catch my eye.marc came walking by at one point. he was going to take pictures of the 70 year old serving the beer. If I am not mistaken, he was the owner of the place. it was kind of seeing this old man in with all these people. eventually I wandered to the little picnic area out side. i kind of walked around listening to conversations. thinking how odd it was that all of this kids had step out doors. it was nice to be able to breathe, and to hear, but just felt weird. i came back inside as the band was finishing. we all hooked back up in the back of the club.
then KMFDM hit the stage and everything went nuts. all of the skinheads up front started one of the more violent pits i have ever seen. the only reason they most of them were there anyway was because KMFDM is a German band and so must be sympathetic to their cause. Who ever said they were smart? the whole thing almost made me reluctant to go in. i knew it was going to hurt. that was the good part. then i got to thinking i could hurt some of them all in the name of good clean fun. that was the better part. so i went in all nice and pretty and full force. there's no stopping anger. at one point i went down, and not being so small, sent about four or five people down with me. mostly from tripping over me. after i got pulled up, i went to the back to check for any possible bleeding. And to get some air.
right as i had just varified my condition as ok, marc came up and asked me to hold his camera. gave the whole thing about making sure nothing happened to it. then headed into the same pit I had just stumbled out of. i actually wish we could have been in there together. there would have been bloodshed for sure. the last time he and i had been in a pit together was at a house party were some band was playing. that was 3+ years prior to this one. it was all these college kids. most of whom had no idea how to react to our going around someones living room. some of them were not smart to move back. they learned quick enough. the only one i can remeber prior to that was Psychic TV. that one just moved way to slow to be any fun. eventually he came back out looking only about as half as rough as i am sure i did.
after the show ended someone decided that it would be fun to go to a club there called Ikon. on a good night it probably would not have been a bad place to go. this night every one had already spent their money. when we walked in, our group made up half the people there. so i grabbed a table and sat down. everyone else headed for the dance floor or various conversations. great place to be. the place had that odor of stale sweat and staler cigarettes. something that would become even more familiar to me after i moved to Boston. i was very recently told that the club has since become a pool hall..."and a shitty one at that."
on the ride home there was a point where a group of us some how somehow ended up on the shoulder of the turnpike. i really have no idea why. idon't think i knew at the time either, though it may have been a flat tire. i have a couple of pictures of this. one of them taken from in the middle of the road. never a smart thing. we stayed there for probably 15 minutes. the cops would have loved this group but there wasn't one to be seen. or they figured it was best to keep driving. i'll add them here if i come across them again.
this and the Cramps show were some of the last i made it to while in Oklahoma. that i remember anyway. maybe i'll tell that story sometime. maybe not. i actually think
Mikey should tell that one.[Sloppy code. Again!]
