I didn't want to stay for the
Bloodhound Gang, but a friend wanted to. They were dorks. Someone
threw a 311 T-shirt on stage, and their bassist pulled down his pants and wiped
his butt with it . . . and then flung it back into the crowd. Then they
asked someone to volunteer to drink an entire case of Dr. Pepper (24 cans) for
$100. They pulled some kid up on stage and he started to drink it.
The lead singer told the bass player, who is really muscular, to swing hand over
hand on a bar that circled the place. Clutch Cargo's used to be a church
and is about the size of a basketball court. He got about three-quarters
of the way around and then some guy in the crowd grabbed him and pulled him down
. . . so he crowd-surfed back to the stage. During one of the songs, they
asked for hot girls to come up on stage. About ten of them did, and about
four of them took off their shirts . . . but the club didn't want any nipples to
be shown because it was an all-ages show, so a stage hand had to put tape over
them. One of the girls stripped down to her G-string and the tape over her
nipples and started to make out with one of the other girls.
Most of the crowd was there for the
Bloodhound Gang, so most people enjoyed it except for me. I'm also kind of
confused about all the nakedness. Being a straight male, I was sort of
turned on . . . but at the same time, I was disgusted by the womanizing that was
involved. Yeah, some of the girls volunteered to get naked, but the guys
didn't have to touch them. And the Bloodhound Gang band members and Parry
from Nerf Herder encouraged it. So while I was turned on, I was also
disgusted. I have mixed feelings.
When the concert was done, the kid
was still trying to finish the case of Dr. Pepper.
One of the rules was that he couldn't vomit or
spill any of it.
I think he's still there.
~Ryan
"living in the womb, running out of
room"
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