Flint Local: Elaboration
by Mark
Let's get this straight....
Flint local..must have been three or four years ago...my girlfriend Kim
and I drove to flint with Milt and his wife. Milt and I got tanked on a
fifth of Kessler whiskey out of a brown paper bag, smoking stogies out in the
lot and peeing in an outdoor stairwell by a nearby building before the P.K's
went on.
I guess that I have a bit
of a thing against the alternateen scene,
moshing around, crowd surfing to the wrong type of music ... especially when
the ladies are getting smashed up against the stage... And I'm not
exaggerating that they were getting bent over the stage from the crowd surges.
Now, I am a waif...you know,
115 lbs soakin wet. But, with Kessler on my side, I
thought that it would be chivelrous to surge back and clear some
space,.. didn't help. So some guy notices that I don't like what's going on
and
starts pickin on my scrawny a**. Milt's wife then had to wear the
pants and stick up for me. Someone set Milt off enough to get him to dive off
the stage, avec saxophone to break things off. The other horns step up to
pull Milt off. All of this happening five feet from the eyes-wide-shut rock
star, singing and wailing on his guitar. Brett didn't even know anything
happened until after the show!
After the Parka Kings' set,
we got to hang out upstairs and I played
"Downtown Ska" on Brett's Old Spice guitar. From upstairs, we watched
Brett struggle through the crowd, taking four steps forward, falling, four steps,
falling. And I do remember toward the end of the night, hearing that the floor
collapsed.
What a night! I guess that
everything got cleared up about the potential fight.
A little too much Irish in me and the crowd being a little too rough on our
women. Sorry Travis! No hard feelings, eh? Just another memory that we can look
back on and say to ourselves "Wish we could do it all again!"