The woman I mentioned before that still looks under age was turning 21or 22 if I remember right. We decided to throw a birthday show for her. This is back in the days where everyone was using myspace. It was one of the ways I found bands to book, when I did it this time I had no idea what we were getting into. There was a band from Howell called the petafylers, I had no idea who they were and knew they were based about an hour away. They agreed to come out to play. I have heard from them that they didn’t think it was a good fit when they got there but by the time they were done playing they were proven wrong. Think if gg allin was more well adjusted. The band was a collection of scumbags, but also a pedophile watch group. I do not remember who else played that night, if you did and are reading this I am not trying to slight you at all. It is just a defining moment that changed things.
Those ugly, drunk, drug addled, borderline insane fucks became family quick. I have seen them live at least 30 times. As of that night they basically became the house band. They played there at least once a week. They actually played two sets that night. The singer at the time always looked like he was ready attack and could possible die any second. The guitar player would slit your throat or buy you a beer, already a three time felon by that point, the drummer had an anger problem but you knew where you stood or at the very least thought you did. And the bass player was his own beast completely, didn’t fit with the rest but did all to well.
I could go on about all the guys but I want to bring up someone that came with them. I do not use real names unless they are dead and unfortunately I am using this magnificent assholes real name, Mikey Doran. Me and the guy that was booking with me called him the spud eating mic. He made a huge impact just like all of them did in their own ways. You knew what he meant always but he would fuck with you every chance he got, at least me anyway I am not putting my experience on the ones that knew him longer and better. He knew life was to short. Living on borrowed time always like we all are but he knew it better than most of us do. I could go on about this cocksucker for days but knowing him was something special. If you did not know him I do not want you to feel like you do, will, or ever could.
Back to the shit you might actually care about. The music was loud, ugly, raw, and made me laugh like a non functioning retard stuck in a fully manic state. Fuck, when did I start reviewing music again, like a advocate for the scumbag lifestyle. The music is hard to find and the times can not be duplicated. I know my life changed that night, I think my sister, the woman I mentioned did as well for better and worse depending on time period.
Songs like old enough to pee old enough for me, shake your baby, don’t steal from the dead, heroin blues filled the air attacked the sense and got the blood pumping probably quicker than it should be like audio cocaine.
This is going to be the last of the stories in order, I can not remember when the rest happened.
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