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So, St. Patrick’s Day 2000. Has everyone recovered? There was much merriment on the streets of ol’ St. Pete - sort of Ybor-ish (God forbid). We even witnessed some green and white striped Cat In The Hat wearers stumbling down Central from one of those lame-ass block parties in the Doom District heading towards Mastrys. Or maybe they were going to the Emerald for a traditional St.Patty’s Day meal, compliments of the owners. Surprisingly, Gunburner was there, beginning their run of Saturday night engagements. GB had the place packed with family and friends who were partying it up with the regulars. Jenna and Angela were putting the moves on a suave old cowboy dude. We thought he’d suffered a heart attack when he fell over backwards while doing the pelvic thrust, but he jumped back up and gave the crowd quite a show. The set was really hopping until the hour-long (seemed like) all -star jam with guest rappers and ex-Delores Telescoper Ricky Wilcox on drums. Zzzzzzzzzzz
Down the block at Jannus Landing, Good old Cheap Trick were cranking out the tunes in all of their 70’s glory. Hey, ya know what, they looked and sound great, and everyone from preps to punks knows the words to ‘Surrender’. Guess that’s why it was a sellout. Plus they have new fans from the success of That 70’s Show theme song. Party girls Charlene, Mary and Suzanne (who freaked when she saw David Wells pitching out Rick Neilson guitar pics from the side of the stage. He was so nice all she had to do was flash him to get an autograph), Pinellas Park Mike (Slosberg), Johnny (Mike) Thunders, and Heather Now were among the hipsters that attended. The spillover landed in the Mastry’s courtyard where, by the way, you could hear and see the show perfectly. Just kidding, we don’t want the Jannus Landing militia, uh, security after us.
Sunday the 19th we were privileged to be invited to a very exclusive 30th birthday barbecue for Ms. Amy Payne. Mr. and Mrs. D. Seneker hosted the event at their lovely home in north St. Petersburg. And even though the weather wasn’t cooperative, a good time was had by all. Ms. Payne received many wonderful gifts and happy birthday wishes from all her adoring friends. Alright, you got us, it was really a drunken free-for-all at Evil Don’s house with The Gotohells and their entourage, some of the Spills, Big Jeff, Chris P. and Nicole M, Julie Blue Hawaii and her husband Lee. We had a great time lighting fireworks and eating hot dogs, but we had to leave when we heard Edo screaming for naked karaoke. Anyway, Amy really did get lots of good loot and we wish her a great year - she deserves it.
Last Saturday night you had your choice of Punk-o-Rama at the State or Great White at Jannus Landing; between those two you were better off staying home and pulling your nose hairs out. Epitaph’s traveling freak show featured newcomers Osker (total geeks) and Vision (self-described “old fashioned hardcore”-only their Stiff Little Fingers cover redeemed them) plus old timers Ten Foot Pole (they’re not kids anymore) and Sweden’s Millencolin (who are getting a little too poppy for their britches). It was so packed and stinky that it forced us to go see Great White. Thankfully, that was just the kind of fodder we hunger for. You know that wherever you see 98 Rock banners you can be assured that there will be plenty of trampy white trash in all their stone washed finery. The Bushhounds opened the show and although they are good musicians and their look was classic 1989 rock n’ roll, their incessant whining about being on Livestock was a real turn off. Hurry, Bubba, and get them on the bill, it sounded like they revised the chorus “we’re comin to your town to pull your panties down” on their ‘We’re an American Band’ cover just for you. Actually, we couldn’t tell if they were funny bad or funny haha, but the aging lap dancers seemed to like it.
As far as Great White, as long as there’s alcohol and lawn service dudes they’ll always have an audience. It was so very rock n roll of them to play ‘Once Bitten, Twice Shy’ and ‘Rock Me’ for the encore. Too bad the fans were so shitfaced by then that they didn’t even notice. To add insult to injury the Great White merch table was the worst we’ve ever seen. Especially compared to punk-o-rama, which used half the theatre for shirts and other crap. Poor GW had one T-shirt with Jack Russell terrier’s picture, looking like David St. Hubbins, and a few signed drumheads. They need to go on Fashion Emergency and get a Y2K makeover like Warrant did.
Well see all you lawn- mowers at the Kiss show!
Ooooooxxxxxx
Taffy and Cotton
SPIFFY
Hamsterdance.com – don’t settle for the armadillos
City Nails II at Webb Plaza, full sets for $18 or $10 manicures - spend the extra $$ to get leopard spots airbrushed on
Pet Planet on 4th St N – it’s just like the Dog Bar on Lincoln Rd
Bloodhound Gang’s Hooray for Boobies - juvenile lyrics with a new wave beat
The Mans Ruin showcase at South by Southwest
IFFY
Third Eye Blind’s ‘Never Let You Go’. Are they actually saying “bweak a pwomise to your mother” why are they popular? Yuck!
Foo Fighters playing Livestock - if anyone out there knows Dave Grohl, please warn him
“Aint Skeered” - ok Mr. Redneck
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