photo of Nick Garrison, swiped from Samantha’s flickr

If you weren’t in the crazy hopped up on goofballs crowd last Saturday night, you really need to start listening to me. I know what I’m talking about (most of the time). Buttrock Suites was just as advertised (read: pretty damn awesome). It could only have been better if I were a bit taller, so I could have seen over the dickdude in front of me who had the uncanny ability to always put his head in front of mine. But that’s not Buttrock Suites’ fault, it’s his and probably my short mother’s.

Despite the high quality of the entire production, — hello Mr. Roger’s neighborhood version of Welcome to the Jungle, a so-ridiculous-I-want-one “godzilla” costume, and a grade-school version of Run to the Hills — I do have a favorite. Do you know that horrible song Kiss Me Deadly by one Lita Ford [youtube, wiki]? You know the one that once you hear that first line you can’t get it out of your head? Well, prior to last Saturday night, a friend and I would always use that song to enact terrible revenge for any and all slights. A mere mention of going to a party last Saturday night would wreck havoc on the victim for hours only to be relieved by listening to the excruciating warblings of said Metal Queen. But after last Saturday night? Well, I have to tell you, Nick Garrison fucking KILLED that song. So much so that I completely love it now. I WISH I had a video of it to link, but alas I do not, I only have my memories…which I will cherish forever.

I won’t go so far as to say that Buttrock Suites are my people, but I do so love them. If you get a chance, shower with themto see them again, do so, it’s a mind scramble.

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