Fuckin' Rockstar VI

Saturday Night at the Comet Tavern in Seattle one of the opening bands (not Hang) set the stage for a night of cousin fucking fuckery fuckage. I say "cousin fucking" because sex is sex and when it's loud and there's a lot of bangin' going on it's pretty fucking hot...no matter how hot it is when you're actually fuckin' your cousin you can't help but hear banjos pluckin' out the soundtrack to your future of raisin' fucked up bumpkins with harelips and gappin' mouths droolin' into harmonicas...by this I mean to say that one of the opening bands (not Hang) sucked some majorly fucking suckerage.

and then FINALLY!...at midnight: Quincunx took the stage with great force and fervor.

Doug sang some stuff.
Seneca, shirtless sportin' shades (not selling shells at the seashore), banged some stuff. (I know I'm retarded...but this line seemed pretty fuckin' hilarious to me at about 3:am.)
Damien pling plang plunked and strummed some stuff.
...and Ass Kickin' Kick-Ass Bassist Matt Bird cracked the earth in two with his shiny blue bass. Noise and Light bounced off it like a fuckin' laser light show and the crowd was hypnotized, mesmerized... and finally satisfied.