Although we had no microphone hooked up for which to accost the audience, we still managed to reap some intense hatred from them. A number of times we were pelted by ice cubes, wadded napkins, and other miscellaneous missiles, not to mention all the "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"s and middle fingers. Man, they hated us last night.
The coupe de grâce came from the classic, Tears In Heaven by Eric Clapton. Right when it dropped, I could barely hear the music over the roar of a highly dissatisfied crowd, to say the very least. People always get so angry when we play that one. Some girl was overheard saying, "Fuck him. His son deserved to fucking die." Ouch.
At the end of the night, Dan asked Matt, one of the bartenders, if it was as shitty as he thought it would be. Matt replied saying, "It was worse. It wasn't fun, it wasn't funny, and it fucking sucked."
Admittedly, some people had a good time. All this dancing and smiling... this has got to stop. It is now our mission to end this madness. We are here to bring the pain to the masses; end of fricking story.
Here are some "party pics" from last night's festivities...
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The acid house movement started the same way...
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