Relatable! SF me loved amphetamines (and acid) but was never cool enough to go to the Vats, so thanks for the peek. Your piece sent me right to the internet's wayback machine, and look what it dredged up: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tC1U2kJcEXo
I had the same “Heathers” like experience in High School. I grew up in a wealthy suburb with some of the meanest girls that could have been in a Hollywood movie
Back in the day I ate some number of those little pieces of paper with tiny artworks on them — cartoon characters or ankh symbols or whatever, but if memory serves (*it does not*) none of them ever delivered like Mr. Saturn did for you, Cintra. Well, one might have come close but it came in a Pez candy. Either way, I don’t think I would have faired well at the Vats that night. During the Escher-esque contemplations would have been a fine time to consider whether there is free will. Chemistry and math indeed….
lmfao ( as per usual) but i feel kinda ripped off here after reading this and opting out for once on the audio this time so i wouldn't get sidetracked from the pyrotechnics of description but then upon reading the "bwahhh-ha-ha" at end decided i HAD to hear you cackle that out maniacally , a sarcastic coda,just for shits and grins but i guess it was an add-on...ohhh well i can imagine it, the mocking horror voice distilling like a (padded?) prism the many faceted warring emotions....also whenever i see someone reference Jesus, drums and a bus all in the same paragraph i suspect an early gritty ZZ Top album lurking around somewhere...perhaps we have THAT in common too bwaaahaaahah
Oh, and on the very niche subject of SF Halloween punk-rock let me ask you this: All Hallows' Eve Butthole Surfers show at Potrero Hill's The Farm. Were you by any chance there? Very violent night with much blood, fake and real.
Captures 20 years of harcore punk in one short essay - great ! Send it to Legs McNeil author of "Please Kill Me" - In the 90s those vats became band rehearsal space for the punks.
Brutal! Geez! I’m grateful you survived.
Relatable! SF me loved amphetamines (and acid) but was never cool enough to go to the Vats, so thanks for the peek. Your piece sent me right to the internet's wayback machine, and look what it dredged up: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tC1U2kJcEXo
this is great! and the first comment after video hilarious as per the frenetic music accompanying it: "damn they really hang onto that one chord" lol
I had the same “Heathers” like experience in High School. I grew up in a wealthy suburb with some of the meanest girls that could have been in a Hollywood movie
Back in the day I ate some number of those little pieces of paper with tiny artworks on them — cartoon characters or ankh symbols or whatever, but if memory serves (*it does not*) none of them ever delivered like Mr. Saturn did for you, Cintra. Well, one might have come close but it came in a Pez candy. Either way, I don’t think I would have faired well at the Vats that night. During the Escher-esque contemplations would have been a fine time to consider whether there is free will. Chemistry and math indeed….
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lmfao ( as per usual) but i feel kinda ripped off here after reading this and opting out for once on the audio this time so i wouldn't get sidetracked from the pyrotechnics of description but then upon reading the "bwahhh-ha-ha" at end decided i HAD to hear you cackle that out maniacally , a sarcastic coda,just for shits and grins but i guess it was an add-on...ohhh well i can imagine it, the mocking horror voice distilling like a (padded?) prism the many faceted warring emotions....also whenever i see someone reference Jesus, drums and a bus all in the same paragraph i suspect an early gritty ZZ Top album lurking around somewhere...perhaps we have THAT in common too bwaaahaaahah
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Wow. Your punk phase sounds hellish...Glad you made it!
Oh, and on the very niche subject of SF Halloween punk-rock let me ask you this: All Hallows' Eve Butthole Surfers show at Potrero Hill's The Farm. Were you by any chance there? Very violent night with much blood, fake and real.
One of the few utterly relatable acid-trip accounts I've ever read--right down to the Jesus cameo.
Captures 20 years of harcore punk in one short essay - great ! Send it to Legs McNeil author of "Please Kill Me" - In the 90s those vats became band rehearsal space for the punks.