The first band, The Horror Squad kicked it off before a crowded house at El Cid. Comment of the set: 241. I have no idea what that meant. The sound guy came over to the stage and told the lead singer, "241." They made sure the tone was set with the paper bags.
Side note: I'm lucky I showed up before 10 p.m. when there was much of a line at El Cid. I walked over to the entrance later that night and was told by a friend that she'd been in line for 45 minutes.
Pu$$y Cow was up next. A few microphone issues resulted as lead singer Joe Dana jumped out into the crowd a few times and his microphone cord wasn't able to keep up with him. He needs a wireless microphone. Chissum played it up with the crowd. Two surprise guests showed up to play up on the Dre Day theme.
Side note: Dre Day is all about having fun, but that doesn't mean you aren't expected to be well behaved. During Pu$$y Cow's set, a woman starting tossing water into the crowd. There was a confrontation and the woman was tossed. A reminder was mentioned: there were plenty of folks in line, waiting up to 45 minutes to get into El Cid and so if you wanted to misbehave someone else was more than willing to take your place.
Neighborhood Brats has a lead singer that just doesn't stop moving. Do you want a non-blurry photo of her? You better be fast with the trigger. Comment of the set: Who gave me this tape? What the f*#k is this about?
Closing out the night, Fartbarf provided synth aggression to the crowd. Wow. How couldn't one leave on a high after that set? Conversation of the night happened while the crowd was switching over between those dining at El Cid and those coming in for Dre Day. Two couples were leaving for the night. One of the guys did a quick dance: do you want to stay and dance? One of the gals said: dance to the bands? The guy replied: it's a punk night, one of the bands is called Fartbart. The general conclusion among the group was, No. Oops, they missed a great night -- admittedly, to each his own.
There were some competitions set up for the night. The first was who could drink two 40s the quickest. I could be wrong with my memory, but this one had a 10 minute time limit versus prior competitions that didn't have a time limit. This was a male vs. female competition. Our male contestant was way ahead, but had a bit of a problem towards the end holding down his alcohol. Well, tortoise beats hare, though the tortoise didn't drink down her two 40s. Another was a free style rap competition. As with last year, it was a run away victory. There was comradery in the competition. When one faltered badly, the guaranteed victor came in to provide some assistance.
Horror Squad
Pu$$y Cow
Neighborhood Brats
Fartbarf
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