For all of those traveling to these shows and for all of you that might not want to drink and drive afterward we have partnered with The New Victorian Inn and Suites on 108th and L street, blocks away from The 21st Saloon. Mention "3D In Your Face" at the front desk during check in or check out and receive your room for only $69.99 plus tax. This will apply for Friday and Saturday. Always thinkin' about ya.
I want to take you back a few years. I always look forward to New Years Eve. It's one of those crazy crazy crazy nights that you just never really know what's going to happen. It's one of those nights you talk about with your friends for years. Inevitably drunken buffoonery is in store no matter if you are drinking or not. I can't really remember the exact date but I want to warn my mother if she is reading this, please just close out of your browser now. I had to be about 19 or 20 years old and I was hanging out with a pretty wild bunch of dudes. We had just formed our first band and we were regularly making trips back and forth to Omaha to catch punk rock shows at houses, studios, and the infamous Ranch Bowl. That New Years Eve we caught wind of an art studio hosting a punk rock show that featured our two favorite Omaha bands at the time. The Deformites were some dudes our age that played psychobilly music. My band eventually did a tour to Texas and back with The Deformities but we will save that story for another blog. The other band was a drunk punk band called Buster Hymen and The Penetrators. Great dudes that kind of showed us the ropes. We looked up to them big time. I believe 4 of us made the trip to Omaha that night. My buddy Duff was the DD and were were cruising a brand new Ford Mustang courtesy of my other buddy and legal age drinker Styx. My friend Korey was riding in back with me and I think we were half in the can before we even crossed the county line.
Never Stop Drinking from Buster Hymen & The Penetrators on Myspace.
Jimmy Drug Bug from The Deformities on Myspace.
The art studio was unlike anything we had ever seen in Fremont. It was downtown and this was some unique art. Old cars welded together, metal shapes and jagged edges, and as luck would have it a free keg. We payed the admission and partied our asses off that night. Things get a little hazy for me right here. I seem to remember my buddy Styx being so out of his mind that he proceeded to go after a woman that appeared to be three times his age. This punk rock art studio became heaven for us for that evening. Free food, free beer, women that wouldn't even look at us, and loud happening rock n roll music. I'm sure my friends will remember way more details than I do but I can still picture the smell of cigarettes and stale beer just brought us to life. This had become the only place in the entire world that really mattered. For that moment in time we were kings. The show ended and we scooped our drunk asses back in the Mustang and Duff safely drove us home. We almost made the trip without incident until we got back to Fremont. We drove through downtown Fremont and pretty much right on time as we were driving past the court house Styx's car door flung open and he started spewing onto the passing concrete and all down the side of his car. Stick a fork in us that was the point we all needed to head home and sleep it off. For whatever reason that show sticks out in my mind as one of the funnest times of my young adult life. We were reckless and careless but because of the music it all made so much sense. I would never want to go back to that time but I'm sure happy I did it when I had the chance. That moment in time. Those hazy memories. The music.
Happy New Year