Please feel free to walk this way.
Very good. Please be seated. In honor of my diet, which is only 5 days old but is frankly kicking my ass, please give a warm welcome to Clutch, Big Fat Pig.
Now, for no apparent reason, it's time to face what you most fear...
And, appropo of nothing...
And finally, if today's collection of odd bits isn't mind bending enough... Hayseed Dixie takes on Sabbath's War Pigs.
Have a good weekend y'all. See you at Reston, if I can get off my fat ass to do it and if I haven't starved to death by then.
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Good god, I forgot how bat-shit-crazy Jello Biafra was onstage. Excellent.
Yeah, he was insane, pretentious and not really aware I think, that we didn't think much of his brains but more about his energy and general freakiness, which was entertaining.
He drilled me with a guitar one time. I was trying to stage dive and didn't get off the stage fast enough and the little prick clubbed me. I flew forward, missed my would-be catchers, and then got the shit stomped out of me in the mosh pit.
Good times, good times.
Are hand-ups legal at CCC, or not?
Evidently, not. The refs spoke with me post Tacchino. It is *truly* not sanctioned. Didn't hear anything about not making my own self go knee walking after my own race tho.
Huh. More chocolate-covered bacon and Dale's Pale Ale for me, I guess.
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