Fuckin' Rockstar VIII

Saturday Night at McCoy's Tavern in OLYMPIA
Quincunx had their first "out of town" show!

Of course we couldn't pass up the opportunity for a cheap roadtrip weekend...cheap "quality" hotel, cheap food, cheap beer, and a $2.00 cover at the bar! the only thing missing to round out the cheap was a $5.00 "date" with a scabby hooker. ...but to be honest, watching "drunk Jamie" wrangle and wrestle tall cans of Pabst was better than any $5.00 whore...anytime, anywhere.

The Bastard Makers got the crowd primed and ready with songs about whores and gloryholes... lead vocals swillin' pitchers (and I do mean pitchers) of beer, deep throating the mic (and I do mean...Holy Shit! Dude is totally deep throatin' the mic!), and performing some very enthusiastic pelvic thrusts (sweet!) into the air was a pretty fuckin' hot warm up...

Quincunx took the stage like it was made for them, red velvet backdrop and disco ball spinning seemed really "rockstar appropriate" that night...They were tight...Seriously their best set yet...Ass Kickin' Kickass bassist Matt Bird knocked us flat with his kickass riffs...watching him play Saturday Night was like being blasted with some sort of super sci-fi laser gun that slows down and speeds up time...it was disorienting...the rest of the band seemed to be sped up and Matt Bird (kickass ass kickin' bass player) seemed to glow orange in slow motion, rockin' steady back and forth laying into his strings and producing some really deep fuckin' futurist sounds. He was fuckin' awesome. The whole band was really fuckin' awesome...and I stood their watchin' 'em like a gap mouthed retard-teen...awestruck.