Veni, Vidi, Vici ...

[smeagol!earle (Greg Earle)]

Oh, OK ... How about

	They came, I saw, they conquered ...

Who?  Why, Severed Heads and Skinny Puppy, of course.  Last Night.  Here.

The most intense 2 1/2 hours I have experienced in memory.

I'm sorry.  Those of you with your little musical pigeonholes ("Death rock",
"Only liked by art-damaged neopunks and industrial music frogheads" "Synth
crap", "Skinny Yuppie" etc.), your cheap excuses ("I didn't want to cough up 
a measly $10 even though I work a full time job", "It's finals week coming up",
"It's a weeknight, I gotta work", etc.) can just blow it out your anal retentive
orifices; these people are the REAL THING, Intensity with a fucking capital I.
Here we are mired in 1974 revisited, and along come a bunch of people who
are what 1986 is fucking all about.

Possibly the Brain Cookies show of all time.

I was stunned speechless for 30 minutes after it ended.  
My mouth would not open.

Accept no substitutes.  You have been warned.

San Francisco, I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did ...

Still reeling,
	Greg

P.S. local shit for stay at home L.A. ites:
Nichtophobia Mark II this Saturday (Dec. 13th), with ANGEL OF THE ODD and
FOUR WAY CROSS headlining (sorry, ShIrI, $178 round trip from S.F. via PSA).
Hong Kong Cafe, Chinatown.  943 N. Broadway or thereabouts.
(And the funny thing is, I can't even get myself psyched up for my own club,
after last night.)