"When you select one of the four official candidates, sometimes it 'accidentally' pops up an illustrated dialog asking for confirmation that you want to vote for Pat Buchanan! If you foolishly select 'Yes', the voting machine breaks!"
Now this is fucked up, right here.
I got a kick out of Crüxshadows for the first few songs, much like the last time they played here, but then I think my suspension of disbelief faded. Yes, I really think he's not joking. With the fake English accent, and the straight-outta-Spinal-Tap speech about pyramids or druids or whatever he was going on about. I think he's actually serious. (I know, it's so hard to tell any more in these post-ironic times. Half the time I can't tell whether I'm serious or not.)
When he was making his speech about all the places their most recent tour has taken them (wherein he mysteriously bragged about something along the lines of, "we're the only goth band to play in Latveria since the Sisters of Mercy did, way back in the Nineties!", and people cheered) I wondered if he keeps the sporadic English accent when he's in England? Maybe he switches to French?
Anyway. They had live guitar and violin again, and dancers in skimpy costumes. Like I keep saying, laptop bands take note: if you don't have a show, hire one.
We lost the webcast of this show, however. Someone screwed up something somewhere somehow, and since that put me in a firing mood, now everyone's passing the buck. Hopefully it's fixed now.
And of course, this Sunday is that most magical time of the year...
Update, 16-Mar-2005: Turns out CVS does this if any file in the current directory has a 2.x< revision. I "fixed" this by hand-editing all of the ,v files in cvsroot to have 1.x versions instead. It was scary, and somewhat tasteless as it retroactively changes history, but it seems to have worked.
- "Oh, my bad. It's all good."
At some other point in the evening, the same guy came into the office, took a chair, and said to Caroline, "yo baby, don't tell nobody I took this." It's unclear whether that chair is still in the building.
Photos of the Cold Meat Industry show are up now. This was a night composed primarily of extremely loud air-conditioner-type noises. It made me a little nostalgic, in that, had I seen this show when I was 16 and had just discovered early Cabaret Voltaire and Throbbing Gristle, I probably would have thought it was the most badass thing I'd ever seen. But now I'm old and jaded, so not so much...
The last band had this grid of words hanging at the front of the stage. We kept wondering if they were going to play Industrial Jeopardy: "I'll take FILTH WHORE for $200, Alex!"