
Showing posts with label Live. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Live. Show all posts
Friday, December 17, 2010
Saturday, December 11, 2010
Sunday, December 5, 2010
July 30th, 2005 Thee Parkside, San Francisco, CA
July 3rd, 2004 Kimo's San Francisco, CA
Friday, September 3, 2010
Antfarm Studios 10-26-02

SET LIST:
1. Green Leprosy Boob
2. Wrath Of Shamash
3. The New One
4. Luther Htoo
5. Banter
6. Three Days (Jane's Addiction)
7. The Insect God
8. The Narrow Way (Pink Floyd)
9. Banter
10. Dante Damasco
11. School (Nirvana)
1. Green Leprosy Boob
2. Wrath Of Shamash
3. The New One
4. Luther Htoo
5. Banter
6. Three Days (Jane's Addiction)
7. The Insect God
8. The Narrow Way (Pink Floyd)
9. Banter
10. Dante Damasco
11. School (Nirvana)
Here's one for die hards only! A few months into our quest, we played this totally sloppy, kind of wasted Halloween party at Ant Farm Studios in East Oakland. The instruments all sound pretty muddy, and you can't hear the vocals for shit.
I have a clear (or perhaps not so clear?) memory of hitting a six foot bong in the loft before the show whilst listening to Sweet Leaf on volume eleven, then eating from a casserole of delicious tamales. Let's get ready to play a show boys! As this was a Halloween gig, we peppered the set liberally with covers, and had a lot of wasted good times. The segue of Three Days (more of an interpretation than an actual cover) into The Insect God into The Narrow Way is pretty cool, I must say. You can hear us getting drunker and sloppier as the set goes on (and on... and on...). The mini disc recorder ran out of space right before the last song, which if I recall correctly was a pretty rippin' cover of Kyuss' Fatso Forgotso. Then I have a very unclear memory of us all partying at the warehouse, passing out there, waking up to the ghostly voice of Lou Reed coming out of someone's room, and us all going for a righteous breakfast at Quatros Caminos down the street. Fuck Yeah. -Clint
I have a clear (or perhaps not so clear?) memory of hitting a six foot bong in the loft before the show whilst listening to Sweet Leaf on volume eleven, then eating from a casserole of delicious tamales. Let's get ready to play a show boys! As this was a Halloween gig, we peppered the set liberally with covers, and had a lot of wasted good times. The segue of Three Days (more of an interpretation than an actual cover) into The Insect God into The Narrow Way is pretty cool, I must say. You can hear us getting drunker and sloppier as the set goes on (and on... and on...). The mini disc recorder ran out of space right before the last song, which if I recall correctly was a pretty rippin' cover of Kyuss' Fatso Forgotso. Then I have a very unclear memory of us all partying at the warehouse, passing out there, waking up to the ghostly voice of Lou Reed coming out of someone's room, and us all going for a righteous breakfast at Quatros Caminos down the street. Fuck Yeah. -Clint
Saturday, March 6, 2010
Hotblack Desiato @ The Slaughterhouse, Oakland, CA 7-31-2004

I don't really remember much about this show except that I was excited to play at the Slaughterhouse, which was a pretty cool punk warehouse down near Jack London Square in Oakland. I remember our friend Kevin Kenyan heckling us and you can actually hear him on the recording. I also remember screwing up and you can hear that too. This guy Christian was working the soundboard and he did the recording off of that. I always liked working with that guy. It makes the drums sound nice. Clint or Bryce can probably remember more than I can. -Bruce
The Slaughterhouse was an amazing punk spot that actually WAS a slaughterhouse at one point. It has since been torn down and replaced by (of course!) condo lofts. The scene was a filthy paradise of labyrinthine corridors full of graffiti, drug use, and unsupervised teenage makeout parties. People stood in an inch of piss waiting for the insufficient bathrooms, which were also full of people making out and doing drugs. Ahh... the memories. I think I have the flyer for this show still. I'll post it if I find it. -Clint
Added the flyer. I don't remember this show at all actually, so that tells you a little about my lack of soberness that night. After listening to it, all in all I think it's a good example of our live sound. Kevin's heckling in between songs is quite priceless too. The things I do remember about the slaughterhouse was that yes, as Clint mentioned, was quite labyrinthine and I often would just stumble around in that places wondering where the fuck I was. They also had a huge collage of cut up nasty D-grade porn behind plexiglass in the main hall that always fascinated me. Go figure... -Bryce
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