From the Desk of Ravishing Rad Chode
We got to Spring, TX very early and were met with the most unenthusiastic bar staff I have ever seen. Not least enthusiastic. They were actively unenthusiastic. Literally each of them bitched about their jobs as part of the greeting. Weird shit if you ask me. Also the last time I checked if you’re not a conventionally attractive person working in the service industry you should at least be nice. We broke out and visited a record store down the street and they were much nicer. After that we had to get back to work, fueling up on some bar food.
I am not going to put the place on blast too bad but if these were the alleged “best wings in Texas,” I would hate to see what they call “mediocre,” or God forbid “poor.” The H-E-B across the street was a life saver. The place had an awesome stage and sound. The communication between the promoter, bar, door and bands was virtually non-existent but the opening bands were good.
Mid Life Anti Crisis reminded me of those west coast skate punk and crossover bands like Suicidal Tendencies only from Texas. They said we should play Acadia (sp?) in the actual city of Houston next time. We believed them. We heard Spring, TX is a suburb of Houston. Bottom line it is not Houston. Fuck Spring, Texas. Viva Mid Life Anti Crisis.
Pig Chicken Suicide practice is calling so I will have to continue later with Part 3: Rancid Vat HQ is Fucking Awesome and San Antonio has S.H.A.R.P.s