After leaping such hurdles
as sneaking out of work, packing the car, traffic on 680 and general glavin
antics, our motley crew skee-skirted into Petaluma. I credit our survival
to my patented, "It's Like We're At Gilman, But We're Not" mix tape --
nothing melts away driving frustration like bumping "24 Hour Party Zone."
Upon entering the Phoenix
Theatre, about halfway through Fraca's set (ow), Bob and I quickly begun
Plan A: distribution of popsicle stick propaganda. Five minutes later,
we were pretty worn out so we all took a quick nap during most of the Explosion's
During the break before Tiger
Army, we made our way down to the floor. It had been many months since
the last time I got to see Tiger Army, so I was excited. Then...
"Hi, I'm Nick 13. My mic
isn't working, and though it's clear that Geoff's mic is working, I'll
use mine for three songs. When my mic is finally fixed,
ask if everyone can hear me!"
Yeah, thanks Nick. He made
up it by playing F.T.W.
Then AFI came on.
Zaphone asked me, "Hey, what's
up with this oompah-loompah music?"
Then hilarity ensued....but
that is a tale better told by Bob.
Due to the fact that Bob
and I were actually watching the show, other people were busy twirl-kicking
in the pit and Zaphone's line of thinking went kinda like this: "I'm in
the pit, not wearing my glasses and using a shoddy Kodak disposable camera...let
the good pictures roll!", there aren't many pictures from the Petaluma
show. Oh well.