Going into our October 1 benefit for the French Fry Factory, we knew we were going to kill it. On top of having our colloquial shit together, we'd most recently endured a night of frustrated performance courtesy of Oakland's Finest and some irate neighbors. You could say that the Gold Pony was chomping at the bit...
San Francisco's The Nervous Breakdowns opened up the night with exuberant, oversexed style, peeling off a performance aptly likened by SGPB's P.F. Tug to "Peaches raping the Velvet Underground." In fact, they closed out their set with Peaches medley and a human pyramid that would've made Lynndie England blush...
Next up was yours truly. We played the set the OPD wouldn't let us play two week's prior -- and then some -- for an enthusiastic crowd and we had a hell of a time doing it. Buckley even did the splits.
Then came the aerobic trampolines and the raw rock stylings of The Hot Rollers. These ladies brought the party down from Seattle, fully decked out in early 60's style fast food uniforms, solid hooks that made people move, and a go-go dancing pep squad.
Skiffington closed out the evening and delivered a heavier sound than I'd remembered. With a group vocal assault, some suffocating-fish-flopping guitar antics, a rock-solid rhythm section, and songs about drug-induced sexual exploits, Skiffington reminded me why they're a band after my own heart.
If there was an overarching message to the performances at the French Fry Factory on October 1, it was this: ROCK CAN BE FUN.
November 05, 2004
October Surprise
Going into our October 1 benefit for the French Fry Factory, we knew we were going to kill it. On top of having our colloquial shit together, we'd most recently endured a night of frustrated performance courtesy of Oakland's Finest and some irate neighbors. You could say that the Gold Pony was chomping at the bit...
San Francisco's The Nervous Breakdowns opened up the night with exuberant, oversexed style, peeling off a performance aptly likened by SGPB's P.F. Tug to "Peaches raping the Velvet Underground." In fact, they closed out their set with Peaches medley and a human pyramid that would've made Lynndie England blush...
Next up was yours truly. We played the set the OPD wouldn't let us play two week's prior -- and then some -- for an enthusiastic crowd and we had a hell of a time doing it. Buckley even did the splits.
Then came the aerobic trampolines and the raw rock stylings of The Hot Rollers. These ladies brought the party down from Seattle, fully decked out in early 60's style fast food uniforms, solid hooks that made people move, and a go-go dancing pep squad.
Skiffington closed out the evening and delivered a heavier sound than I'd remembered. With a group vocal assault, some suffocating-fish-flopping guitar antics, a rock-solid rhythm section, and songs about drug-induced sexual exploits, Skiffington reminded me why they're a band after my own heart.
If there was an overarching message to the performances at the French Fry Factory on October 1, it was this: ROCK CAN BE FUN.