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This
is Adolf Olivernipples from The Schmits. The Dick Dastardlys
are my bros! We have played a few shows with them. I remember
the show at the Green Room where I first met the guys. It was
our first show so we were all pumped. We got done with our set
and they started theirs. While Dirk was singing, some guy took
a swing at him. One of Dirks friends saw this go down and punched
the dude in the face. Blood sprayed everywhere and the fight
was broken up. Both guys ended up getting kicked out, but it
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So
I go to the "Cleveland Punk/Ska Fest 2002" at the
Phantasy and Symposium last night expecting to have a great
time. There were supposed to be some great bands playing: The
Unknown, Sidecar, The Dick Dastardlys, The Interceptors, The
Jacknife Powerbombs, Rods, The Vacancies (no show), and The
Squirts last show. After sweating my ass off upstairs in the
Phantasy for a few hours, I stopped down to the Symposium once
it opened, because there was some A/C.
While watching The Jacknife Powerbombs, somebody starts doing
the "Hey! Look at me! I am really punk! Guys, I swear!"
mosh towards the end of their set.
For those not in the know, it is a dance move at shows, which
normally includes a partner, where you grab your friend and
start running into anyone,anywhere. The key to this move is
to obliterate as many people as possible, ONLY while no one
else is even close to dancing or moshing. That's right, plow
through as many people standing around enjoying the show. It
always guarantees people will be impressed and admire that you
are a true rebel. If people are upset, you can always play the
" Hey what do you expect? It's an awesome show man! You
should be dancing too!" card. Normally reserved for Metallica
and Limp Biscuit shows, I was surprised to see it there last
night.
Of course, somebody's girlfriend got upset because she got kicked
on the (non-dancing) dance floor by the moshing duo. Had there
been a pit going on, I'm sure she would have understood, but
while standing at the front of the stage singing into the mic
with the band, she was pissed.
While the band gets off the stage, the girl starts arguing with
the one guy that ran into her, who I then realized, from their
CD, that it's Dick Dastardly, the singer of The Dick Dastardlys.
The boyfriend comes over, starts talking to DD and they make
amends. DD apologized and they shook hands.
Just as they finish the handshake, DD looks over his shoulder
and realized that a bunch of his friends have got his back.
He then starts flipping off the couple and their friends, saying
" Wait. No. No I'm not sorry! Fuck you! And fuck you!"etc.
Next thing I see is the boyfriend taking a bottle to the head,
DD falling into the bar with a bloody nose, and tons of fists
flying.
Things got broken up and everybody went their own way without
any cops etc... A bunch of people were thrown out and a bunch
of people left disgusted. Before the next band started, there
was probably about a third of the crowd left. I had to get going,
but I heard that The Squirts didn't even get to play their last
show.
All in all, I didn't have a great time. I left disappointed,
extremely disappointed. I got into the punk scene as an alternative
to my fellow high-schoolers social lives. To escape the cliques
of fashion conscious macho-jocks, but all I saw last night was
the same, just different uniforms. You won't see me at as many
shows like this, because I won't support a meathead mentality
that will ruin venues and break apart what little punk scene
Cleveland has. Remember that little saying, "one sour apple
can ruin it for everybody" and Dick Dastardlys, you just
lost a fan.
Ben
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