Team Facelift played a quick set at Webster Hall on Tuesday. It was definitely the most fun I've had in a minute - harkening back to earlier more degenerate (and darker) shows at the dawn of this new millenia. When it was certainly not uncommon to heckle (or pummel) some asshole in the crowd who felt like popping shit, these people usually have no sense of humor, making for easy targets. Also, we always have some goons on layaway, so usually these altercations just make for some fun at some washed-up turkey's or neva-has-been lunatic's expense. At the end of the day, the combined efforts of a packed crowd, a couple bottles of free (and cheap) vodka and some wildey new dance tracks, made for another moment in Facelift Histerectomy. You shoulda been there, but there's usually a next time.
- FONDA letting out a battle cry (apparently somebody heard it, i ain't sayin' no names...)
- Beef and I hold down the Flank, just in-case the Riff raff steps outta line. I don't think any of us are getting shot tonight, which is always nice.
As per usual, i was on bottle-brandishing duty, snapping pict-chas and warding off evil doers (what i do best). Facelift is shining right now, braising some fly new funk in the cookerie and priming themselves for the spring touring season. We get colder in the winter months, so we can ignite in the summer sun.
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