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RICH'S SHOW DIARY |
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The Fun House
St. Paddy's Day
3/17/05 |
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I was never a big fan of this place when it was Zaks. I think it was because invariably I'd end up either bored with whatever shitty band was playing that night, wishing for the hard liquor they didn't serve, or having to shoo away some skank offering to blow me in exchange for a cigarette. Also contributing to my negative feelings for the joint was the fact that I attended a wake for a friend there who drank himself to death. That all being said, I FUCKING LOVE THE FUN HOUSE!!!
The beauty of the Fun House is multi-faceted. They book great bands, have cool staff, and the crowd is there for one reason - to rock the fuck out! Unlike other Seattle clubs, the crowd gives you an honest chance to either knock them out or send them hurtling either out the door or to the adjacent patio.
Silent Extinction brought the metal for the first act. What I caught of their set seemed rare for Seattle - a rock band with a guitarist that actually plays aggressive leads. Hell - its a dirty job, but someone had to do it |
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When we took the stage in the second slot, the Fun House was a wall-to-wall sea of humanity. As this was another show we jumped on with short notice, we didn't get to do our usual promotional push. Apparently the word got out anyway. Simply put, we played really well and really fast. "Rockaway Beach" in particular almost had enough speed to break the earth's gravity. The crowd, teeming with friends, members of other local bands, scenesters, and the like gave back at least as much energy as we put out. |
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After we finished, about half of the club split. They were spared the next band, whom I will not name. Lets just say their drummer almost found out what a New Jersey ass whupping is all about. While getting his gear from backstage, he kicked Dan's guitar head, which was on the floor. A bunch of nearby shit fell on top of it as a result. I called him on it, and he apologized, but it was a chicken shit maneuver to begin with. He didn't seem to get not only the seriousness of what he did (amps are quite expensive) but the fact that if that was my amp and not Dan's (who kind of hung back and let me freak on the dude) he'd be fucking dead. |
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The last band, the Fucking Chachis, made it all worthwhile. I've known these guys for years, and think they kick serious ass. They kind of sound like a drunk Clash, without all those pesky politics. The remaining crowd returned to the front of the stage from the patio to witness the spectacle of this killer band. |
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All things considered, another splendid time was had by all. Thanks to the staff (Jimmy and Brian, you guys kick ass), the other bands (except for those dickheads in the third band - I've told other bands about your bullshit - and your stupid fucking name) and of course the best fans in the city - ours. Happy St Pattys Day! |
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