RPS RUMBLE REPORT-BACK

schedule%20and%20heats.JPGSO OH MY GOD. I WENT TO THE RPS RUMBLE V.5 AT THE EX PLEX LAST NIGHT AND I’M STILL DEAF. WHAT? I’M YELLING? NO I’M NOT! I AM? ARE YOU SERIOUS?! I DON’T FEEL LIKE I’M YELLING. SHIT. DOES THIS MEAN MY EARS ARE TOTALLY FUCKED UP FOREVER? I MEAN, IT WAS REALLY, REALLY, REALLY, REALLYREALLYREALLY LOUD, LIKE, TOO LOUD, AND I KNOW I’M NOT JUST BEING WHINY BECAUSE ALL THE FIFTEEN-YEAR-OLDS IN THE FRONT ROW WERE COVERING THEIR EARS TOO, BUT DAMN, I’VE BEEN TO LOTS OF LOUD SHOWS, AND USUALLY I’M OK BY THE MORNING.

DAMN. WHAT? I CAN’T HEAR WHAT YOU’RE SAYING. OH, PICTURES? OH. YEAH. BEHIND THE JUMP.

cheeseburger%20flips%20bird.JPGCHEESEBURGER IS A ROCKIN’ BAND, INCIDENTALLY. THEY BROUGHT TIGER PINATAS THAT THEY THREW AT THE AUDIENCE WHO THEN RIPPED THEM TO SHREDS AND THREW THE CANDY BACK AT THE BAND. THIS WAS AN ACT OF LOVE AND ADULATION, BUT CHEESEBURGER DID NOT SEEM TO GRASP THIS PARTICULAR BRAND OF GENUFLECTION, AND YELLED, “WE CAME ALL THE WAY FROM NEW YORK, AND THIS IS HOW YOU TREAT US? FUCK YOU!” NOTE THEM FLIPPING THE BIRD IN THIS PHOTO.

THE CANDY-THROWING CONTINUED. BANDS, DO NOT GIVE YOUR AUDIENCES AMMO.

I LEFT BEFORE THE GRAY KID CAME ON, LURED BY THE PROMISE OF A PARTY, WHICH I THEN DIDN’T GO TO BECAUSE I WAS TIRED AND AM TAKING A CLASS TODAY. ON THE WAY OUT I SAID HI TO MATT ALLEN, THE ICE CREAM MAN, WHO WAS ZONKED AFTER THE DRIVE BACK FROM SXSW. POOR GUY. HE WAS STILL BRAVELY GIVING AWAY ICE CREAM THOUGH, DESPITE HIS EXHAUSTION. GOOD SHOW!

ANOTHER THING I’VE NOTICED LATELY IS THAT EVERYONE ON THE ROAD IN LA AT 1 AM IS, LIKE, TOTALLY FUCKING DRUNK. MEMO TO DRUNK DRIVERS: WHEN TURNING RIGHT, DO NOT EMPLOY YOUR LEFT TURN SIGNAL. I AIN’T SAYIN’, I’M JUST SAYIN’.

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ROCK PAPER SCISSORS FIERCE COMPETITION.

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SOME DUDE DRESSED AS A BRAIN DANCING WITH A CHICK.

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THE FANS GO WILD.

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MORE WITH THE ROCK PAPER SCISSORS STUFF.

MAYBE I SHOULD SEE A DOCTOR.