First off, I'd like to thank all the skaters and bikers for sticking around for our session of the Warped Tour. With the X-Games just around the corner, it seemed most would bail for the big money and sponsorships lying in wait in San Fran. Though I never saw Caballero I'm pretty sure he was there. Also huge kudos to the guys skating in the severe heat. As one skater I talked to at the ramp put it, "We're currently grinding the edge of the 5th level of Dante's Inferno."
While I tried to catch the bands I most wanted to see, Leatherface,
Supernova, and Ice T, this task was made quite difficult due to the
"alternative" way the bands were listed. It was like they randomly threw
darts at the bill to determine who would be up next. The bill we were given
did not even remotely correspond with the procession of bands. What the
fuck? Worse yet, was the fact that Leatherface played second, on the fucking
local stage. Woah, these Euro boys were pissed, and for good reason. I had
been listening to their split with Hot Water Music eagerly awaiting the
fury, only to be enraged by things of this inane kind.
Luckily, we walked out from the media tent( i.e. "ghost town", since no
one, beer, food, bands, or even tumbleweeds were present, just a simple
little lonely 5X8 card that said "Media Center"), to see Ice T playing. I
would have gone Columbine if I had missed both him and Leatherface. Ice T
put on a hell of a show, breaking it down for all us less down people. If I
had half his flavour, you could sell me as a spice. The best part of his
set, save his convincing this hot-ass chick to take her shirt off, was his
public service announcement on MP3s. He's getting the truth to the youth,
and Ice T is the living proof.
Unfortunately, up next was Enimine, Enima, or however you spell that flavor
of the month's name. So we packed up and walked around in the herd. The
first thing I noticed was that nobody looked happy. I don't know if it was because we
were all being sautéed under the sun, or if it's cool to be pissed again.
That was a really lame fad the first time around, and a dog usually learns
the first time when you hit it upside the head with a two by four.
The motorcross stunt crew was sick as shit. These boys got big ass brass
balls. I wish they would have stayed longer, but Blink 182 started and all
the MTV minions rushed the stage. As I walked away I got the President
Kennedy treatment from a stray bullet from the paint ball arena. I thought
about going over and giving them the full frontal nudity of verbiage a Slug
can spin when pissed, but I decided not to break anyone today.
After catching Supernova and local favorites 10 Percenter, we did a couple
more laps around the arena which doubles as a polo ground. The best thing in
the late afternoon were the near death-matches for little sample of YooHoo.
Since water was 2.50 I could see it, but YooHoo?
Overall, if I had paid for this I would have been pissed. The bands played
on average 30 minutes and were constantly interrupted by the tandem set up.
They would set up the next band right next to the one playing on the same
stage. It was like a garage rock show gone haywire.
If you live somewhere where the weather is pleasant, it'd be a nice way to
spend the weekend. But if you think about going to one in Tejas, you must be
warped.
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