The Back Alley and More L.A. Punks…
Monday, August 29th, 2005So we played a last-minute show at The Back Alley at Fullerton last Friday (make that early Saturday morning LOL). First time there, a lot of drunks to say the least. Tough crowd, we sort of knew that it wasn’t our type of venue, but we soldiered on, thinking that we’d see how it would work in this environment.
Luke (the booking agent) liked our sound, that was a good turnout. Funny that Cindi’s friend Ingrid was shoving people away while she was trying to focus on videotaping us (frankly I thought she was gonna kick this guy’s ass!!!).
Watching the footage again, I like the new songs. My parts in Burning Bridges needs some work, Cindi’s lyrics for First Crush gave me chills.
One thing pissed me off though: the (so-called) L.A. people. I personally don’t think they’re from L.A., if they were, they’re PUNKASSES. Beat the shit out of the Indian dude, he didn’t deserve it. Sure he was drunk, but did you have to beat the living crap out of him just because you had friends with you. One that had a yellow shirt (yes, the LA punk had a YELLOW-f@?!kin’-YUPPIE shirt!) that yelled ‘that’s how we roll in LA’. People (regulars at the Back Alley) were like ‘you’re in Orange County DUMBASS!’ but just stood there. If it weren’t for the security guy, he would’ve been seriously worse than beaten up.
It got me sick to my stomach, I could’ve helped the guy. I had to pull away my girlfriend and the rest of the band so no one else would get hurt. The nature of lawsuits here in the US stopped me, I might’ve gotten in trouble.
If you’re reading this punk I’ll make something clear: you’re lucky that you were just in Orange County. You’ll get your day, and I hope it’s f@?!in’ soon.