After waking up to temperatures of minus - 1 and a long painful day of
arguing with SBC for 4 hours it was time for Grego to pick me up and worm
through rush hour traffic to the Art Institute where we would be
broadcasting Messy Stench's internet radio show which had callers from
Sweden, Australia, Indiana and Chicago along with listeners everywhere. It
got off to a bad start because prior to 6PM we discovered the new Fashion
Bomb CD (www.fashionbomb.net) would not play in their antique CD mixer and
neither would an 2 year old disc from our friends Singine.
We endured and began to deliver 2 hours of the finest filth in music and
chatter. This was a truly X rated show in every sense of the word. We played
Lords of Acid, David Allen Coe, Kid Rock, Nashville Pussy, Type O and many
more and we picked from what the extreme right would consider offensive
objectionable and downright obscene tunes. But it was all in fun. Does
anyone remember fun. We talked a lot about AVN, relationships past and
present and plugged the bejesus out of the upcoming Sunwheel Psychedelic CD
listening party March 12 at Liars Club. Free booze y' all.
I think the thrill of the Expo ended for us after the first 48 hours of
being dunked in a sea of silicone/saline, collagen, and gaping orifices and
we have been pretty tired of talking abut it to everyone who looks at the
event with a wink wink nudge nudge. Seriously as decadent as it sounds it
was about business. G-Spot and I have never had a problem meeting and
acquainting ourselves with beautiful specimens of the opposite sex.
Nico brought us some nice greasy pizza to eat on the way home and after
braving the 2 degree temperature right off the lake and paying the $22 parking fee we were out of there.
And the cold isn't making my back feel any better, as I am out of violin I'm hoping I'll obtain some codeine later to aide in curbing my discomfort. The age of daredevil antics and jackass like activities have finally gave way to rest and relaxation. Though in the summer when the extreme trail biking and canoeing season is upon me, I'm certain to accrue a few more injuries and hopefully no burns this year.
Hey Jeff W. We're dragging you back to Cleatus Land. Yee Haw. NNNNNNNNGGGGGGG
Thanks Messy for having our wild asses back on the show.