H-A-T-E
Sno-Core Rock Tour @ The Hollywood Palladium
I HATE the Palladium! I fucking HATE the Palladium! I don’t think I can stress enough how much it SUCKS and that I truly HATE the Palladium! I hope everyone that works on the security staff and anyone who makes the decisions about security gets cancer and dies a slow painful death. Sorry, no kemo for assholes, you’re out of luck. Man, I’m trying so hard to refrain from sounding like a whiney little brat but I can’t contain my rage any longer.
Sno-Core was and shall forever be my last concert at the Palladium until they change their ways. If you’ve been there, you must know what I’m ranting about. I’ve been to the Palladium many a time and each visit seems to get more and more ridiculous I wouldn’t have even attempted to go this time except I just had to see Fear Factory. So I came to the show stripped down because I already knew what dickishness would be in store for me. I didn’t even bring a purse because I knew they’d make me throw out half the contents. And they still fucked with me! I wasn’t able to wear my belt, bracelets or necklace. None of which I have ever been asked to remove at ANY concert. I’ve even worn this very same belt to the Palladium several times. No wallet chains, no sharp objects were found on me because I know better. Their biggest problem was my belt, I was asked to take it off. Being as buzzed as I was, I was cocked and loaded with tons of attitude. Then barrage of bad-mouthing began…I couldn’t help myself, I went Richter. I made a scene and embarrassed my date. I asked to speak to the manager. I just wanted to understand why it mattered if my belt had metal rings or no metal at all? I mean, what the fuck am I going to do with a belt? If I wanted to whip or strangle someone, I could do it with a plain leather belt just the same. I don’t give a flying fuck if your metal detector beeped. How about I shove it up your ass and see if it beeps?
Well, amazingly they still let me in after my spectacle and I had a shitty time of course. I missed Kittie and all the other openers but I did see my beloved Fear Factory. And I drank…and drank…and drank in an attempt to relax. Finally a hit off a buddy’s joint took me where I needed to be.
Concert’s over, I’m feeling good, I’m ready for the afterparty at the Rainbow. Unfortunately, my stomach’s not. Yes readers, I blew chunks. Right on Sunset. I pulled myself together and was still Rainbow-bound until round two blew in the parking lot. By this time, I realize…I’m Done. Too bad we already paid for parking. Just as I’m starting to think this is the worst night I’ve ever had in Hollywood, it gets worse. On the way back home and we get a flat tire!
I still have respect for this landmark facility, but I feel only hatred for the establishment that operates it. I’ve concluded that if the Palladium is not down for the metal, than I’m not down for supporting any metal concerts there. I wish that metal bands would join me in this boycott but I know there are too many politics involved and my wish will never be a reality. If you’ve had a similar experience, I urge you to slander
the Palladium on their own website’s forum at www.hollywoodpalladium.com. Perhaps if enough people voice their opinions and share their experiences, the security measures will be changed and they’ll start actually being cool to music lovers. Until then…FUCK THE PALLADIUM!
Rock Star Watching
100th NAMM Show @ Anaheim Convention Center
It’s a sport I’ve always enjoyed. Rock Star Watching, that is. And there’s no better place for it than the annual NAMM Show. NAMM, The International Music Products Association, (I think they should call it TIMPA, but anyway…) plays host to thousands of musicians every year and showcases the latest in cutting edge technology. You can spot artists from Slayer to Santana (pictured). You can even get an autographed shirt from the legendary Jim Marshall. The afterparties are always a blast too. Although, this year I opted to go to Sno-Core instead and we all know what a big mistake that was.
Club Basher
Club Crasher @ House of Blues in Anaheim
You wouldn’t be able to tell from my comments on the Palladium earlier but I usually refrain from Bashing a club or venue too much and I try to find some good in everything. But here is another case where I can’t help myself. January 22nd marked the Grand Opening of Club Crasher at the newest House of Blues in Anaheim. I took one look at the crowd out front and turned the other way. It should be called Club Ali Baba. You know I’m not prejudice but I was just amazed at the homogony of the clubbers. Where did they all come from? I’m guessing from L.A. since Club Crasher is a club in L.A. as well. I figured I’ve seen enough slicked back greasy haired, black leather jacket wearing sons of wealthy sheiks for one lifetime. And if I get the urge to see more, I can always go to the Gate, God’s Kitchen, or now…Club Crasher. I think HOB should have used an Orange County promoter to bring an Orange County crowd.
The Resurrection Is Upon us…
Rock Hard @ Live Bait – Long Beach
Well not exactly, but it’s a start. WWW.THEROCKSHOW.NET, the same people that created THE ROCK SHOW have started a new club and this time it should be safe from all the Orange County conservative bullshit. Because it’s at Live Bait in Long Beach! A location just outside the dreaded, “Orange Curtain”. They’ve proven you can’t kill Rock ‘n’ Roll. The club is called, ROCK HARD and it’s every Thursday with the same shit you know and love. Free Music Giveaways, Heavy Metal Go-Go Dancers, $2 Drinks, the best bands in So. Cal, and DJ 9-Volt of course. You can check the website for the latest calendar of events. It’s a little farther drive than it used to be but it’s worth it.
Long live METAL!
Acne and Anarchy
T.S.O.L. @ Chain Reaction – Anaheim, CA
I’ve been avoiding this venue for a long time but the night came when I had no other plans and a free ticket to see the legendary T.S.O.L.
Now I know why I was avoiding it. Sweaty, bumpy-faced, pre-pubescent boys bouncing around EVERYWHERE! And no alcohol to help me cope with the situation. What’s a girl to do? Well, I bought a cactus cooler and made space to sit on the bar countertop for a decent view of Jack Grisham in his flamingo pink ruffled tuxedo shirt. Once I found my perch, everything seemed much better. In retrospect, I’m very glad I went because some new songs were revealed at this show which I may never hear again…so T.S.O.L. reports. They are currently in a lawsuit that is holding up the release of their latest album. Apparently it’s complete and sitting on a shelf somewhere waiting to be mass produced. What a shame.
Barfing Barbie Out
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