Municipal Waste tomorrow? No, Municipal Waste TONIGHT! Except this was last Wednesday. Mikhail was like, “Wanna see a band?” and I was all,”Yes.” So we saw this band. He doesn’t like how I write about music, so I’ll try to do a better job of it right here: Formed in 2000-something, Muncipal Waste are the foremost thrash metal band from somewhere in Virginia and they’ve released —- records. The latest, Massive Aggressor, is very something and people are really liking or disliking it. I don’t know, Who gives a fuck? It’s a bunch a guys with guitars that thrash the shit out of ‘em! So that’s my bio for Municipal Waste. Then I tell you to “take it sleazy” and maybe add that “you can suck on deezys”.

This is my favorite graffiti ever. Ever. EVEEERRRRRRRRR!!!!!!

The kid on the left is John from Yonkers. He’s  nineteen year old, with a really great look. This kid would be getting much puss if the only girls who came to metal shows weren’t the ones there with boyfriends and five other guys who also wanted to fuck them. Keep this look and your tastes John but start going to Lightning Bolt shows, dogg! The guy on the left is Vin and he’s a bit older. He’s got a real long leather trench coat on with Iron Cross buttons. It reminds me of high school days. Or should I say “The High School Daze.” He told me he’s had it since high school and the school tried to get him to stop wearing it after Columbine. They did that shit to the Gothy nerdos at my school who then called all the news shows to the school and drew upside down crosses on their chests and shit. That was pretty cool but the Goths at my school all were listening to Counting Crows and garbage like that. They failed at Goth and were more like Vampire fags.

Seriously, take your muscles to wear the pussies roam.

This is one of maybe fifteen girls that were there. I liked her necklace. I got a thing for sculptural metal band logo jewelry. She was with a couple of guys.

All right! Fear! English Dogs! Cocksparrer! This guy’s from Jersey. The front of him isn’t as impressive as the back. He seemed a little awkward but has damn good taste. I forgot to ask what that number on his backpatch was. Inmate number? Phone number? Dag.

This Dee Snider guy on the left is Danny from Brutal Truth (who were also playing that night). This other guy is from Boston and was real goofy slob. Mikhail and I were drinking these ridiculous $12 Budweisers. Fucking Manhattan. I hate that place.

I got some shitty pit pictures once the Waste started playing. Here’s a circle pit for those who are unfamiliar with it.

After a while the band declared that the crowd form a “wall of death”. A wall of death is where the pit splits into two parts and then they just run right into one-another. This sweaty and shirtless muscley dude refused to take sides. He just stood in the middle ready to absorb ultimate punishment and probably dish out his own dose of it.

Oh, he is prepared. Oh, indeed. Oh yes. Oh.

Then the wall of death happened and the Circle Jerks logo ran by to mark that it had ended.

I gotta improve my pit photos. It’s hard to take good photos in the dark of people running around in a circle.

This is the singer, Tony Foresta and he was a ball of energy. I interviewed him once before. I like his face a lot. Good face.

Ryan, the guitarist went and got a guitar that looks like the M and W from the band’s logo. Is that cool or gay? I’d play a guitar like that so who’s to fuckin’ say?

I love this kid. Fingerless gloves, Ghostbusters shirt, Batman pin… He knows what’s up! All the best metalheads are total nerdos, all day, all the way. Don’t be a humorless hate filled badass. Metal can be silly, intense and beautiful just like us. Intense idiots.

I saw this in the bathroom and thought of our resident negroholic, Mike Jones.

Here were some of the other girls. Mikhail was all talking about how I needed to get shots of hot metal sluts all the way there. We get there and this is what the girls looked like, nice women. Where were the fucking girls with zippers on the front and back of their pants? GAHHHHHHHHH! Metal shows are for masturbators.

This is Lou (occasional Bloglin blogger MamaLaPenga) who knows Mikhail. He works at merch booths and gets to go on tous with Metallica and other bands. He also has this confusing Mishka tattoo.

He also has a tattoo of a pimp hotdog with a Hitler moustache. He told me second hand stories about Cliff Burton that he got from Metallica’s sound guy.

He also had this tattoo. I don’t quite get the deal with calf tattoos. I don’t get most tattoos but if you’re gonna get them it seems like they should be in a visible place. Arm, chest, face, neck, back are all fine. Legs? Why legs? Then Mikhail took a cab home and he showed me his Cockatiels and G.I. Joes.

- Toilet Cobra