bathroom break

[Sabamah]

clap clap clap clap  

now that didn't deserve an "ennnh", did it?

[Just Some Girl]

ehhhn.

We were in Sacramento. Which had never been the luckiest stop for der Grifters. We play the show. It's alright. Not our best or worst show. Just a show. At the end of the night the promoter comes up and warns us not to leave anything sitting out while we're loading the van. He says that homeless dudes will appear out of nowhere and make off with guitars or whatever. In seconds. So look out!
So we do. We're all quite careful to have at least two people by the trailer at all times. So it happend to be my little shift when some homeless dude walks up and asks if he can help us load our equipment 'for just enough money to buy him a beer' and I'm like 'no thanks man, we've got it. Appreciate the offer but we got it'. I have discovered from being on the road that sometimes it's best just to be an asshole to people. hey, you're never gonna see em again. Just be an asshole and get them outta your life ASAP.
So he kinda lingers around and I'm grabbing stuff and quickly bringing it out to the trailer and suddenly I notice this guy is all up in the trailer with Stan and Stan's like 'We already told you we don't need any help!' and he just won't leave so I run back there and start fuckin yelling at this guy. 'HEY YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE! WHAT DID I JUST SAY, GET THE FUCK OUTTA THERE!! NOW!! GET OUT!!"  
See, I figured he was the slow weakly homeless type. It turns out he's the turn on a dime psycho type. He's suddenly in MY face. RIGHT in my face cussing me out and freakin going off on me. Stan is standing there befuddled. I stand my ground and stare him in the eyes and let him yell. He keeps on yelling and is getting crazier by the minute. Martin hears the commotion and I see him start to walk over. Now, I know that Martin is always looking for a good reason to beat on somebody so I grab the homeless guy by the shoulders and very  calmly say "you know what man? You're right. I was being a complete asshole and I shouldn't have yelled at you. Now if you wouldn't mind we just wanna finish loading so we can leave. Alright? I'm sorry I yelled at you."
And the guy is kinda shocked. he kinda regards me like 'is you some kinda faggot?'. And he walks off.
Martin walks over and says ' I'm proud of you man. you stood your ground and didn't back off. ....he was about to stab you'. Then I noticed Martin had HIS knife out and from his vantage point he could see this homeless guy had a knife in his back pocket and he was going for it.
So, pretty close call for me apparently. AND for the homeless guy. Cause Martin's the baddest mother-fucker Martin knows.

You sound pretty bad-ass mo-fo yourself, Tripp.

 

[Just Some Girl]

Anyhoo, we're playing, and I'm completely oblivous about what happens next until after the show, but he hurls a full beer bottle at the stage. At me. And he misses and instead hits this girl who is good friend of mine. A girl who can kick everyone's ass in the room. A girl who can drink everyone under the table. A girl who after being beaned in the head with a beer bottle stomped back there and somehow found this dude, punched him out, dragged him BY HIS HAIR out of the club and beat him up further outside.

As does Bamah.

[matthew]

back to the subject of fights...

I use to date this girl and had the serious misfortune of being the guy AFTER her psycho ex-boyfriend. A psycho ex-boyfriend who happened to love the Grifters. He and his buddies use to buy me drinks all the time. Which is ok with me though they were of the privileged private school set.
Me= Daniel Russo (thats a Karate Kid reference btw)
Them = a Van Patten and his spoiled buddies
So I'm seeing this girl (who was quite the looker I might add) and dude just can't get past it. He's constantly buying her expensive necklaces and trying to 'buy' her back. So one time I call him on it and I get in his white little face and say 'hey man, yall are over. time to move on' , at which point he says something like 'we're not done yet' meaning 'I'm gonna kick yer ass'.
It turns out he hadn't been taking his meds that day and he later apologized.
The next week we have a show at Barrister's and he and his cronies come up to me to show their good will and solidarity.
For some reason, and I don't have any idea why I said this, it was purely a slip of the tongue, but instead of saying "nice to see you" I said "nice to meet you".
Don't know why.
So, he goes off and freaking STEWS about it. Like, "what the fuck was that suppose to mean? 'nice to meet you'!? that fucker! he's met me! he knows who I am!"
So he stews and stews and eventually we get up and play.
 And actually, Matt, this may have been the show you came down for.
Anyhoo, we're playing, and I'm completely oblivous about what happens next until after the show, but he hurls a full beer bottle at the stage. At me. And he misses and instead hits this girl who is good friend of mine. A girl who can kick everyone's ass in the room. A girl who can drink everyone under the table. A girl who after being beaned in the head with a beer bottle stomped back there and somehow found this dude, punched him out, dragged him BY HIS HAIR out of the club and beat him up further outside.

So once again, the Gods of Rock were looking out for me.

I seem to recall a bottle being thrown at some point, but I was three sheets to the wind.

The show I came down for was in February of '99. The Adios Amigoes opened?

I remember Stivers handed you a bottle of something about three songs in and you chugged it down pretty quickly and then proceeded to wobble and waver all over the stage. I seriously thought you were either going to go over the edge and into the crowd or fall back on to Stan's kit.

[regular tom]

it's too bad sam elliott isn't young enough to play martin in the movie.  that would be some excellent casting there.


this thread, #666, has inspired me.  the book must be written.  the box set must be compiled.  the world must not forget what so many of us can only half remember.

[regular tom]

i'm thinking of sam in his "road house" performance, naturally.



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[matthew]

Argh...I have a bad feeling my life is going to turn into Road House one of these nights with all my piss drunk customers wandering in from Bourbon Street West.

I have to listen to "Walking in Memphis" at least three times a night...  

[matthew]

off to bed...









hi chad

[Tripp]

You sound pretty bad-ass mo-fo yourself, Tripp.

 

I'm all talk

[Tripp]

99. hmm, I guess that was a different show cause i was dating sheri by then.

But bottle-throwing and can-throwing was  a regular occurance at shows. If you got hit with one it was a badge of honor.

And painful.