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al jorgenson kicks ass!
Previous | Next by ben 28 February, 2004 - 2:08 PM

thanks sarah l from the wrangle:

read his letter to urbanoutfitters about one of their tshirts... then go visit punkvoter.com... looks much better than rock the vote to me...

and i'm off




2/29/2004 >> Casey

Good old Al. I'll never forget the first time I met him. The year was 1990 and I was a freshman in college. He was touring his new album, "A Mind is a Terrible Thing to Taste". For those of you who enjoy dulcet melodies I highly reccomend it. Anyway, I was working for my college radio station in Florida. The station did all the promotion and booking for this tour stop and as a result, I scored a backstage pass. I went back there before the show long enough to hover on the outer orbit of the mob around Al and have the man himself shout at me, "hey faggot, get another!" as he threw the empty bottle of ? in my general direction. I swooned. I had no idea where the liquor was so I just left. About ten minutes after the show started I sold my pass to some 15 year old girl who had cuts all over her scalp from having shaved her hair off maybe an hour before the show, two hours tops.

My last interaction with Al came about an hour later during "Breathe (you fuckers)". The band was encased in a chain-link cage set back about foot from the 5 foot high stage (which I had helped set up earlier). A bunch of people were climbing up to this narrow ledge and stage diving from it. Ah but not I, something came over me (possibly drugs) and I opted to instead continue climbing beyond the ledge, straight up to the top of the chain link cage where I get much higher for a good stage dive, perhaps 15 feet. The bouncers on either side of the stage (friends of mine from the radio station) appeared concerned for my safety and were shouting things at me which I couldn't quite make out. Al also appeared concerned. He took the mike in one hand and the stand in the other and started beating the inside edges of the cage where my hands and feet where were gripping for purchase. The whole time he didn't miss a single lyric.

I jumped.

Good times.




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