It makes me think of the first time i went to Mardi Gras in New Orleans. It was like 1991, I definitely wasn't 21 yet, but that was ok cuz it was New Orleans in those days, and most places didn't seem to give a fuck how old you were, at least not around that time of year. In fact I think the drinking age may have even been still 18 or something.
But me and my boy Magnum Mike went out there like 2 weeks before Fat Tuesday and drank like fiends everyday, while staying at Deborah of Devil Dolls Booking fame's big ass house. We were kind of a nuisance. All I really remember is running out of money and driving around to every Chevron we could find and buying each store out of their 40 ozs with my Chevron card, and then forming an improvisational hardcore band called The Magnum 440 Honeybuns, and somehow convincing a promoter named Mary X that WE were the band she needed to replace the Agitators with when they canceled their Fat Tuesday show with L-7. So yeah, we opened for L-7, fucked up out of our minds, wearing Deborahs clothes, drinking int he streets of New Orleans. Those were the daze.
Def gonna try to recapture that at this event. LEMME GET AN OPENING SLOT IF SOMEONE DROPS OUT. I'll make it good.
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Good story. I can't help but laugh at the thought of yall in womens clothes wasted off of Magnum malt liquor.
-Thuro
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