By Azriel Peskowitz
I've
come to the cold and hateful realization that my friends
are the sort who would knife a
compatriot in the kidneys without even a moments regret,
then probably sell the ripped kidney third rate on the black
market just to profit off my misery. These backstabbers
left me solitary and unescorted on my own 23rd birthday
with such excuses as " I have a 6 page paper due n my first
week of class" or "the music could disturb my spiritual
balance".
Thankfully
I met Polina. Polina had green eyes, and green hair,
and green skin. She also happened to be the organizer of
the Drop Dead Festival, "the largest goth, punk and
deathrock exhibition in the US". And she thinks high humor
is tripping me repeatedly in the hallway when I am drunk,
but that's a different story. So thanks to the little green
monster with the eastern European accent, the knitting factory
became a three day orgy of top hats, spiked hair, black
lace, and lesbian dancing, and a good excuse for me to wear
leather in summer weather.
Coming
on Sunday, I missed Bella Morte, the one band I had
actually came to see. But thankfully, if I couldn't have
industrial social distortion soundalikes, I did get a zombified
white trash rockabilly band. I found that ironic considering
that I was drinking Pabst Blue Ribbon and wearing a GG Allin
shirt. And in the downstairs darkroom, I found a band named
Sixteen, who managed to operate 5 synthisizers between
3 performers. Their brand of 80's New wave sounds do appeal
to me, but I don't think they appreciated my yelling out
"ghostbusters!" at the start of every synth track. But hey,
I bought their CD. Later came Ausgang, who did a
great sing along of "I wanna Be your dog", and Cinema
Strange, who at the end of the night decided for the
hell of it to just do another set. Musically and sartorially
they exceded my fruitiness quotient for the night, but the
audience seemed to find them cute dressed up like underpants
gnomes.
But
the best of the night was Holy Cow, whose lead singer
repeatedly attempted to rape another bands rubber doll prop,
before actually pop it from dry humping. Plus he had a mangyna
for all to see. Did I mention the smoke machine? Next year,
be there. more info: drop
dead festival official site
