Some background: I’d smoked about a half joint earlier in the evening that hit me like a fucking ton of bricks. See, I was on my way to see Cirque du Soleil’s Zarkana at Radio City Music Hall (my first time) and was out with a pretty smokin’ hot girl I’ve been seeing for a few months now. We laughed our way through the utter ridiculous mumbo-jumbo that Zarkana proved to be (still no idea what the fuck it’s about) and immediately got in a cab and headed to John Zorn’s The Stone venue to watch the Squelchers bang out a set. I figured Rat would pick up a few acorns but I had no idea it would utterly blow the lid off a place generally considered to be a ‘high brow’ noise venue. Rat don’t do no ‘high brow’, if you know anything about him. So, fairly still high as all get up and with said date in tow, we ventured in to the set already in progress. Around the 35 min mark, Flying Luttenbachers front man and general rock and roll FREAKAZOID EXTREME, Weasel Walter, handed me his guitar and his pick. I don’t know if he remembered me or recognized me in the darkness but I took it upon myself to rock the fuck out for a few minutes. Then I remembered the only bathroom was BEHIND the ‘band’ and decided to use this guitar-playing thing as a conduit for evacuating my bowels. I also played the guitar through a chair and left slightly before this ended.
We had a really good date, the girl and I.
Video by Sharlyn Evertsz