WILD WEEKEND

Fridaynight at the Recyclart, according to the posters the show is supposed to start at 10, so I get there around 10.30, not a lot of people there, this one dude I know informs me that the first band will start after midnight and the main band Volt at around 3 in the morning so I decide to go back home and watch a movie. Before I leave I'm going for a piss, there are 3 dudes in one booth snorting coke, nice, not surprising 'cause the place seems boring as hell. I buy some records from the Volt-dude and go home and watch 'The devil rides out', great Hammerhorror. When the movie is over I decide to go back. When I get there around 2 a lot of people are hanging out in front of the club drinking and smoking weed. A dude is puking. At the entrance two morrocan kids are selling hash and I almost trip over the empty beercans scattered around, the place seems to have come alive. Inside it's packed with punkers, hipsters and fucked up teenagers, well, almost everybody seems to be pretty fucked up. Thee Bastouns are playing their trashrock and people are dancing wildly or just staring at the stage. I have to piss again so I go to the bathrooms, there's a line in the mensroom for the booths but you don't have to wait to take a piss, mmm. When I get back thee Bastouns are finishing their set with a whole lot of racket. Great band. The dj starts playing this weird electroshit (what the fuck do I know about electro) and people just keep on dancing. The guys next to me are drinking wodka from a bottle they smuggled in. A girl is staring intensly at the stage although the band has finished. People go nuts for a couple tunes the dj is playing, I don't recognise any of 'em 'till he plays Quintron, ha, finally something good I know. He also plays a pretty good cover of T-Rex's 'Telegram Sam'. Finally Volt gets on stage, 2 dudes and a redhead from Paris. One dude starts playing heavy basslines on this keyboardthing, the girl plays guitar and the other dude 'sings'. Girls are dancing, punks pogo their asses off and the staring girl just keeps on staring. Beer gets thrown at the stage but the keyboardthing keeps on going, quality stuff. A fight starts in front of me, the dudes are really getting into it untill their friends break it up, bummer. Two very square girls (what the fuck are they doing in a place like this?) come to the front, of course a couple of punks smash into them and they don't know what the fuck is going on. They flee the scene. In the meantime Volt is still going. The redhead is singing now, sexy stuff! One of the pogoing punks crashes into the floor and stays there. Security carry him out. Volt finishes their set and the dj immediately starts playing. I figure they're not coming back for an encore and head for the exit. Luckily the place is packed and before I manage to get to the door Volt comes back for an encore, my favourite 'I don't feel so good', I watch from the back and see that the staring girl is still staring. I'm thinking she won't feel so good the next day. I go outside and say goodnight to the friendly securityguy at the door. Outside it's silent and serene, weird. I get home at 4.30 but I'm not in the mood to go to bed yet. I empty a bottle of wine and play some records.
SATURDAY
I wake up around 1 in the afternoon with a headache and a sour tummy. I lounge around and go the store for some food. Than I watch a Dead Kennedys live video with my girlfriend untill it's time to leave for the next show, a festival no less, Hettendesrock! We get there in time for Flowers for the Few who surprisingly start their set with their 15 min. (this time) Man-cover, they play their best show I saw, short but tight. That can also be said about the girlfriends of the band who are up next, a horrible punkpopshitband with a justified minoritycomplex,'Oh, nobody likes us, cry, cry, we are so punkrock.', yeah fuck you buddies, what you need is to watch your (obviously retarded) girlfriends get raped by a giant gorilla in front of your eyes after which it's your turn for some gorilladick up your tiny teenageassholes. In the meantime I am bullshitting away to everybody who is up for some bullshit including my old Ramonesloving classmate who organized the festival and informs me how much he enjoyed the Coldplayconcert! Can you say pussywhipped? Titty Twister is also playing, pretty good except for 'my song', everybody is watching me instead of the band, damn, does everybody know? The Killbots close the festival with some boring riffrock only Limburgers seem to like, not as bad as El Guapo Posercrap but still pretty fucking bad so I leave. Get home, play records and drink more wine.
SUNDAY
I wake up at 10.30 with a headache, the wine and the loud music start to get to me. I dry the dishes untill my man Metal Marc arrives for an afternoon of bullshit and playing records. We also watch the 'Death metal murders' documentary, great stuff! I eat a pizza and leave for Kortrijk, my brain feels numb. The Pits celebrated their 17 year existence the night before so most of the brains in the bar are numb too. This doesn't stop the Mighty Gogo Players from putting on a great show. So great even the cops show up to take a look. And use their brand spanking new decibelmeter. The bassdude gets a +100dbs reading all on his own. Eat that, technodj's! The Gogoplayers finish right in time. One more song and the cops would've pulled the plug. I get their great new 10" and leave for home. I had just enough rock'n'roll for one weekend.