Can’t remember what their name was (sorry guys) but they jammed pretty well. The bassist had the spit leg spread and didn’t move from that position, the lead guitarist strutted around the stage and generally got down and funky with it. I caught most of their set and made my way back out to the balcony for the cigarillo time I was having. The first band finished their set and made their way off the stage and there was down time till the next group made their way out. As I was still around the bar area I decided to get water from the helpful bartender and sat and replenished my fortifications until the next round came. And then it came with a vengeance.
The next band I do remember the name of, for no other reason then they were memorable. Something to the effect of Salient Thor. At least I think that’s what they were. Now I’m not necessarily the ancient wise one here, but I remember when you couldn’t get a band to shut up about their names and who they were and where they came from. What they wanted on their toast in the afternoon. But these guys came and jammed and went without, at least to my knowledge, referring to themselves. But these guys were nutty and tasty with a side of goodness.
They hit the stage with a turn of the century philosophy look to themselves, and began to get as political as I have heard in quite an age. I remember one specific thing they said.
“We wanna dedicate this song to Jesse Helms. It’s called ‘I hope the maggots enjoy eating your rotting corpse’”
After that I was digging them hard and lots.
The only issue I had was the lead singer would start talking about something, without the benefit of us really being along with him, and he would end it with “YA KNOW WHAT I MEAN??!!??” Which in all reality, I don’t think we all knew what he meant.
So they thrashed and thrashed, thrashed a little more, and then it was time for the main attraction.
I hung out in the back of the class and stretched my legs a bit. The heat was increasing as the last band had caused a great swirling and melee at the center of the floor, but there were still those that had remained, if not exactly still, the occasional head bob was all they gave. I was boppin along with the band and laughing at moments, but I was ready and prepared for Motorhead.
