Day of show, tickets that were promised to us were not available. Show was sold out. Sneaking thru a door that had a sign musician's entrance next to the bar near Irving Plaza led to nowhere either. Just junk and lots of steel pipe. it was a strange maze.
Rescued by a Man in the Big Boots
But one thing led to the other and I ended up talking to Sascha. At first I didn't know who he was, I just thought that's a funny hair thingie on that guys' head. I wanted to pull it. I mean I never really paid attention to how KMFDM looked. I explained my dilemma to him. We ended up being escorted by Sascha the man in the big boots. That was nice of him and I really appreciate his effort in helping us by coming to the rescue. He didn't have to but he did.
The bouncers at Irving Plaza were disgusting, rude and brainless. One of these beasts managed to crawl upto the the enclosed area , and bellowed 'Gimme da stickers, da stickers ya stuck all over the mens bathroom'. Oh dear, why can't Sascha come to the rescue? Thinking quickly, I grabbed my envelope of special posters used to advertise my site (www.msdivine.net) and fed it to this rude beast. Unfortunately Sascha's autograph was in there and that was eaten as well. The beast galloped down the stairs probably to report to its master. After the show the manager called me a vandal! Hmmmmph.. I told him I will not patronize his business again. He was just a bitter old man who secretly wanted me. hehee.
I was in the photo area, snapping pictures of the band. They opened up with DIY.I then decided to take pictures of myself by pointing the camera backwards and off my friend who was up there in the balcony. This seemed to confuse the bouncers even more. One Beast yelled 'you ain't no damn model, you here to take pictures of the band or what'. I motioned to my photo pass.
Then I decided to try my latest belly dance move to KMFDM. An even bigger beast promptly came over growled 'get outta here'. It's face was hideous. Obviously my shoulder punches and hip movements must have been too much for him, and since he couldn't rape me in public, he thought he can humiliate me by shoving me out of the photo area. But nevertheless I ran for my life, just incase he turned into OJ.
The show was pretty intense and good. But I think due to the shoddy management of Irving plaza, the sound may have gone out like twice. Though at one point it looked like Pig wasn't playing the guitar at all. Was he air guitaring? He amuses me. He seemed dazed and confused. I wonder if he ever found that island with 2 pink snails. But Sascha put on a pretty good show, he had vocals and was switching back and forth between his synthesizer thingie.
After the show, I ended up talking to Sascha, a lot. While Sascha and I were talking, out of the corner of my eye, I saw this huge mammoth of a woman, rise fix ITS shirt and then walked over. The floor shook and the chairs moved a bit.
This Blob was previously rather snotty to me during the show, and was trying to find out how I got into the VIP area and what magazine I was from. Sheesh, can't a girl have any fun without this kind of hassle from a Blob. Truthfully I hate these so called music reporters that like to think they are the "know it all's" of music. There is this very disgusting reporter that is on VH1 called Ann Foul Powers from the New York Brainwashed Times. IT too talks countlessly about bands like IT actually has some sort of intellect to offer. Why should the brainless be allowed to speak? The sad thing is that most people listen to these twits.
Nevertheless, this Blob tried to get Sascha's attention by sitting all its flubber and blubber next to us, and then raising its humomgous arm that looked like it was full of sores (could be tattoos) and proceeded to rub Saschas upper thigh up and down!! Poor Sascha... I was petrified. This ugly Blob probably wanted to eat Sascha. If that happened KMFDM would be no more! There might be the birth of FMMDK (Female Mammoth Mauled Delicious Konietzo). But Sascha politely told the Blob that when he is finished, he will do what ever interview video IT wanted. IT then smiled, and tossed its ratty hair. When Sascha turned back to resume our conversation, IT again molested Sascha with the brief rub of the upper thigh. Thank goodness, IT left. But Sascha still seemed a bit stunned. We continued talking of course.
Overall it was a warm experience. Sascha and I had a rather nice long conversation. He turned out to be quite a charming fellow. Charming guys are a rarity. He was rather patient with me, listened and wasn't irritated at any of the silly things I may have said. This was quite a refreshing change from regular duds. Though he did tell me that maybe in another life, I may be a cat and he may be a mouse. He's a funny guy..
