Hey keeds! It’s your ol’ pal the the Toilet Cobra and I’m still alive. I’ve just been scrambling to bring money in and I been doing bad and sad things to get that money which slowly kill off the part of me that’s able to make merry on the internet. This Saturday was pretty good though.
Metropolis was having a big sale and Tim Warren who runs Crypt Records was there DJing. Tim used to go to my parents’ old nightclub back in the early 1980s when Manhattan was still a fun place to be. Here’s that “Charly about town”, Charly, secretly dry-humping Tim while he tries to DJ.
This is Drew who used to be in Killed by Rape and goes by the name Dr. Rape. Now he licks pole and sells clothes. It was his birthday. Happy birthday, Dr. Rape. Next to him is Jesse from Ex Humans and Peace Killers. Jesse kept sniffing the crotch on this Tina Turner shirt.
Here’s Richard who has run Metropolis for twenty years. He gave me an awesome shirt with X-Wings on it from the mid-nineties when Star Wars shirts were at their peak. I also managed to get a bicycle for twenty bucks from my pally, Kim. I hope that I lose my tubby tummy and save some money.
This is my first girlfriend, Elfie, as she appears nowadays. We had dinner after the clothing store party. She’s got some sort of neckrat taking a stroll around her shoulders. She went to Hungary for a while and is having trouble adjusting to our American ways. I tried to French her but she was pushing me away by my forehead and I couldn’t get my tongue close enough.
This is the K Holes. I’ve seen them a few times but they never sounded this good before. No one mixes saxophones right and it really sounded good this time. There’s a good mixture of X-Ray Spex and Chuck Berry sounds. Jack does his little guitar dances while I ogle his wife who looks like a saloon gal from the Old West. I wrote a song about looking at people’s wives until they stab me with knives. Jack shoved me after I sang him a song about wife oglery.
Moving in the fake smoke, the K Holes, shook and jived. I like this photo. Haunted caves are where I want to dwell. Their 7 inch is out now.
The Stalkers went on next. It was hard to get a clear shot of them but they ran around with the drum pieces, lit fireworks into the audience and it seemed like they were done but then they reassembled and kept going. It was fun as heck and a real rock n’ roll party.
Finally, Kid Congo Powers went on and performed a show in celebration of himself. Kid Congo is that guy with the mustache, up front. He started off in the Cramps before going on to Gun Club and Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds. He did some awesome new stuff and covered Sex Beat and I’m Cramped. It was pretty bosssss.
My buddy Alanna was there and I squeezed her face. Take that, Alanna.
And the singer from the Stalkers wanted his photo taken with Kid Congo which set off a chain reaction of everyone wanting to get photographed with Kid Congo. Then I went and got some disco fries at Kellog’s Diner.- Toilet Cobra