Friday, November 23, 2007
ONCE MORE INTO THE BREECH YEAR 2
This is another great blogpost on myspace from Syxx, the most awesome guitar player from the Saints of Pain. It's hilarious and very true:
So anyone who knows me has seen this posted as a blog on my site but as the holidays seem to be a yearly dose of dejavu I figured I would send it out again. Have a happy and safe holiday season.
Once more into the breech dear friends,
So here we are at the beginning of the holiday season and already the malls are choked with Christmas decorations.(I can remember when you didn't even SEE Christmas decorations until after thanksgiving). Now they don't even wait till the pumpkins from Halloween are cold before stuffing (like the turkeys we are going to eat) Christmas down our throats.
Now don't get me wrong, I love the holidays, (mostly for the food) and this year I took my mom's advise and got all my shopping done early.Now I can go to the mall and just watch the mayhem.
First comes the feast.
After slaving for days to prepare the PERFECT Thanksgiving meal, you find yourself trapped with relatives that you haven't seen sense last Thanksgiving.As they arrive (2 hours late) they shove THEIR "famous" pot luck food(usually some form of stuffing or the dreaded CANDIED YAMMS) into your hands and expect you to find room on the already over filled dinner table for their stuff.
You think you will make the dinner pass a little easier and serve some drinks. This is your first mistake.After a few drinks you all descend on the feast. In spite of your best efforts your Aunt Gertrude complains that the white meat is to dry and she should have cooked the turkey herself.About half way through the meal Aunt Gertrude is pretty drunk and is now describing (in GRAPHIC detail) her Gall Bladder operation and berating all of the family members(dead or alive) while expounding on the greatness of her son Todd.(later in life you find out that Todd was arrested for cheating on his wife with an underage MALE prostitute)
towards the end of the evening (and 3 more operation stories) you remember why you promised yourself last year that THIS year you we're just going to order a pizza,lock yourself in your room,wrap yourself in wet newspaper and hide till all the hoopla was over.
After all the relatives have departed (except for Uncle Bill,Gertudes' husband who is passed out drunk in the den) you start the clean up (of course none of your relatives hang out to help) you think the worst is behind you. But you are dead wrong because the next day....BLACK FRIDAY!!!!
Most of us think that this year will be different, and we will shop in a nice friendly fashion. But before you know it your gouging out some old ladies eye with your car keys just to get the last,limited edition,factory repainted,limited to 100 firing days, precious moments bisque figurine (which they will reissue in about 3 months, in 10 new colors and 80 cheaper to meet the OVERWHELMING DEMAND).
I love going to the mall and watching those poor fools trying to do their shopping at the last minute. Most of them end up giving a slightly more expensive version of the same shit they got last year, and my favorite person in the mall...DADS!
We've all seen this poor bastard,standing in the middle of the mall,holding 50 bags of shit (and his wifes purse),three kids all screaming at him that their hungry or need to go to the bathroom. Meanwhile his wife has regressed to a sub-human,frothing at the mouth, mad woman,buying every trendy(and completely overpriced) piece of holiday shit she can find and in the process, running his credit cards up to the point of night sweats.
Next comes the tree.
Now we all have been to the "tree farm"(usually a local nursery charging more for a dead tree then most of us pay for the entire afore mentioned thanksgiving feast ) and we all think we have a pretty good idea what a good Christmas tree looks like. But we are WRONG. For some reason we have let "professional" designers dictate what is "in" this year. And unfortunately it's DAD (with his credit cards already smoking from the day before) who is left to picking the tree.Now when I was a kid my dad would take my brother and I to an actual tree farm.We would walk for hours to find the "perfect" tree and once we found it we would cut it down ourselves, tie it to the top of the car, and drive it home.My mom had a chest full of Christmas ornaments from years passed and we would all decorate the tree.
But now days you go to the roadside "tree farm" and pick from the pre-cut, pre-lit, trees.
Then you have to read ALL the articles on "proper" tree decorations, go to the store for the Hungarian hand blown glass ornaments (which cost more than a small car),real silk ribbon,and a light up, 50 points of articulation,singing angle for the top.(what ever happened to paper chains and popcorn strings?)
Next comes the most obnoxious Christmas tradition..DECORATING THE LAWN!!
First:( and foremost) anyone, ANYONE who leaves their lawns decorated past Jan1 should be summarily stuffed into a cannon (along with all their lawn ornaments)and shot into space.
Second:Anyone who feels the need to have"singing" lawn ornaments (so that blind people can enjoy them as well I guess) I say this... DIE,DIE DIIIIIIIE!!!!!!!! Last year my next door neighbor had a set of the ugliest (and loudest) "carolers" he could find. He decided that they had to run all day and all night (as a result of this I have had the song "Jingle Bells" stuck in my head for the last 320 days) When I asked if the "carolers" could be turned off at night he told me to go fuck myself.(tis the season) So late one night the "carolers" were "assassinated" buy a mysterious man in a blood stained Santa suit.
Now once again we find poor old dad at the heart of operation "BRIGHT CHRISTMAS"
He doesn't want to do it but the wife unit can't be out done buy the next door neighbors so he once again must risk life and limb to climb onto the roof and apply Santa and his 7(Prancer met with an untimely demise last year during the blizzard) tiny reindeer.Sense he didn't bother to untangle and neatly store the lights from the year before he must now spend several hours battling with the lightstring monster.Finally (unable to conquer the beast) he drives to the "discount" store and burns his last credit card (the one he saves for emergencies... like heart surgery) buying a full set of lights (also made from Hungarian crystal) and then proceeds to listen to the wife unit complain that they don't match the lawn ornaments and he will have to go back and find a new set that will. Finally (after killing a kindly old woman blind in one eye from trying to get a bisque figurine at the mall) he locates the only set that matches the singing lawn ornaments he was forced to buy last year.
Now... Tis the night before Christmas... Dad is ready to hang himself with the left over light strings because he can't get the last training wheel onto Jr's "easy to assemble" Road Master 5000 bicycle. Mom is passed out drunk on the couch covered with wrapping paper and tape. The kids are nestled all snug in their beds (with visions of Aunt Gertrudes Gall Bladder dancing in their heads) Dad finally gets the last training wheel onto Jr's bike and drags himself to bed(and promptly gets a case of the night sweats)
Finally...CHRISTMAS DAY!!!!
As the first sliver of daylight breaks, the kids explode into mom and dads room and scream "CHRISTMAS!!!!!!" at the top of their lungs. Mom and Dad (after a deeply satisfieing 3 hours of sleep) drag themselves downstairs to see the look of joy in the kids faces as they rip (with the ferocity of little veloso-rapptors) into the pile of presents under the tree.
One by one they unwrap their pesents and start to fight over who got the biggest box of stuff.
As if by some form of x-ray vision they know which boxes contain the good stuff and which ones have the 10 pairs of sock(from Aunt Gertrude).Mom and Dad smile at each other and heave a sigh of relief. The dreaded holidays are over and all that remains is to clean up the carnage left by the rapptors.
So there you have it. My take on the holidays.Hope you all have a happy and safe holiday season.
VIVA LA DARKSIDE
OB6
So anyone who knows me has seen this posted as a blog on my site but as the holidays seem to be a yearly dose of dejavu I figured I would send it out again. Have a happy and safe holiday season.
Once more into the breech dear friends,
So here we are at the beginning of the holiday season and already the malls are choked with Christmas decorations.(I can remember when you didn't even SEE Christmas decorations until after thanksgiving). Now they don't even wait till the pumpkins from Halloween are cold before stuffing (like the turkeys we are going to eat) Christmas down our throats.
Now don't get me wrong, I love the holidays, (mostly for the food) and this year I took my mom's advise and got all my shopping done early.Now I can go to the mall and just watch the mayhem.
First comes the feast.
After slaving for days to prepare the PERFECT Thanksgiving meal, you find yourself trapped with relatives that you haven't seen sense last Thanksgiving.As they arrive (2 hours late) they shove THEIR "famous" pot luck food(usually some form of stuffing or the dreaded CANDIED YAMMS) into your hands and expect you to find room on the already over filled dinner table for their stuff.
You think you will make the dinner pass a little easier and serve some drinks. This is your first mistake.After a few drinks you all descend on the feast. In spite of your best efforts your Aunt Gertrude complains that the white meat is to dry and she should have cooked the turkey herself.About half way through the meal Aunt Gertrude is pretty drunk and is now describing (in GRAPHIC detail) her Gall Bladder operation and berating all of the family members(dead or alive) while expounding on the greatness of her son Todd.(later in life you find out that Todd was arrested for cheating on his wife with an underage MALE prostitute)
towards the end of the evening (and 3 more operation stories) you remember why you promised yourself last year that THIS year you we're just going to order a pizza,lock yourself in your room,wrap yourself in wet newspaper and hide till all the hoopla was over.
After all the relatives have departed (except for Uncle Bill,Gertudes' husband who is passed out drunk in the den) you start the clean up (of course none of your relatives hang out to help) you think the worst is behind you. But you are dead wrong because the next day....BLACK FRIDAY!!!!
Most of us think that this year will be different, and we will shop in a nice friendly fashion. But before you know it your gouging out some old ladies eye with your car keys just to get the last,limited edition,factory repainted,limited to 100 firing days, precious moments bisque figurine (which they will reissue in about 3 months, in 10 new colors and 80 cheaper to meet the OVERWHELMING DEMAND).
I love going to the mall and watching those poor fools trying to do their shopping at the last minute. Most of them end up giving a slightly more expensive version of the same shit they got last year, and my favorite person in the mall...DADS!
We've all seen this poor bastard,standing in the middle of the mall,holding 50 bags of shit (and his wifes purse),three kids all screaming at him that their hungry or need to go to the bathroom. Meanwhile his wife has regressed to a sub-human,frothing at the mouth, mad woman,buying every trendy(and completely overpriced) piece of holiday shit she can find and in the process, running his credit cards up to the point of night sweats.
Next comes the tree.
Now we all have been to the "tree farm"(usually a local nursery charging more for a dead tree then most of us pay for the entire afore mentioned thanksgiving feast ) and we all think we have a pretty good idea what a good Christmas tree looks like. But we are WRONG. For some reason we have let "professional" designers dictate what is "in" this year. And unfortunately it's DAD (with his credit cards already smoking from the day before) who is left to picking the tree.Now when I was a kid my dad would take my brother and I to an actual tree farm.We would walk for hours to find the "perfect" tree and once we found it we would cut it down ourselves, tie it to the top of the car, and drive it home.My mom had a chest full of Christmas ornaments from years passed and we would all decorate the tree.
But now days you go to the roadside "tree farm" and pick from the pre-cut, pre-lit, trees.
Then you have to read ALL the articles on "proper" tree decorations, go to the store for the Hungarian hand blown glass ornaments (which cost more than a small car),real silk ribbon,and a light up, 50 points of articulation,singing angle for the top.(what ever happened to paper chains and popcorn strings?)
Next comes the most obnoxious Christmas tradition..DECORATING THE LAWN!!
First:( and foremost) anyone, ANYONE who leaves their lawns decorated past Jan1 should be summarily stuffed into a cannon (along with all their lawn ornaments)and shot into space.
Second:Anyone who feels the need to have"singing" lawn ornaments (so that blind people can enjoy them as well I guess) I say this... DIE,DIE DIIIIIIIE!!!!!!!! Last year my next door neighbor had a set of the ugliest (and loudest) "carolers" he could find. He decided that they had to run all day and all night (as a result of this I have had the song "Jingle Bells" stuck in my head for the last 320 days) When I asked if the "carolers" could be turned off at night he told me to go fuck myself.(tis the season) So late one night the "carolers" were "assassinated" buy a mysterious man in a blood stained Santa suit.
Now once again we find poor old dad at the heart of operation "BRIGHT CHRISTMAS"
He doesn't want to do it but the wife unit can't be out done buy the next door neighbors so he once again must risk life and limb to climb onto the roof and apply Santa and his 7(Prancer met with an untimely demise last year during the blizzard) tiny reindeer.Sense he didn't bother to untangle and neatly store the lights from the year before he must now spend several hours battling with the lightstring monster.Finally (unable to conquer the beast) he drives to the "discount" store and burns his last credit card (the one he saves for emergencies... like heart surgery) buying a full set of lights (also made from Hungarian crystal) and then proceeds to listen to the wife unit complain that they don't match the lawn ornaments and he will have to go back and find a new set that will. Finally (after killing a kindly old woman blind in one eye from trying to get a bisque figurine at the mall) he locates the only set that matches the singing lawn ornaments he was forced to buy last year.
Now... Tis the night before Christmas... Dad is ready to hang himself with the left over light strings because he can't get the last training wheel onto Jr's "easy to assemble" Road Master 5000 bicycle. Mom is passed out drunk on the couch covered with wrapping paper and tape. The kids are nestled all snug in their beds (with visions of Aunt Gertrudes Gall Bladder dancing in their heads) Dad finally gets the last training wheel onto Jr's bike and drags himself to bed(and promptly gets a case of the night sweats)
Finally...CHRISTMAS DAY!!!!
As the first sliver of daylight breaks, the kids explode into mom and dads room and scream "CHRISTMAS!!!!!!" at the top of their lungs. Mom and Dad (after a deeply satisfieing 3 hours of sleep) drag themselves downstairs to see the look of joy in the kids faces as they rip (with the ferocity of little veloso-rapptors) into the pile of presents under the tree.
One by one they unwrap their pesents and start to fight over who got the biggest box of stuff.
As if by some form of x-ray vision they know which boxes contain the good stuff and which ones have the 10 pairs of sock(from Aunt Gertrude).Mom and Dad smile at each other and heave a sigh of relief. The dreaded holidays are over and all that remains is to clean up the carnage left by the rapptors.
So there you have it. My take on the holidays.Hope you all have a happy and safe holiday season.
VIVA LA DARKSIDE
OB6
Labels: other news, Rants and Raves
ROCKIN OUT WITH SEVENTH VOID AND CARNIVORE
This is a bulletin post on myspace from Syxx, the most awesome guitar player from the Saints of Pain:
Wed. night I got to perform with some of the best people in the biz. As you know from our posts we opened for SEVENTH VOID & CARNAVORE. These guys are the real deal and if you missed the show then you missed a true EVENT. SEVENTH VOID features Kenny and Jonny (TYPE O) is a great mix of metal and true rock. Closing the night was CARNIVORE and if you haven't seen these guys then you haven't seen hardcore at it's finest. Pete Steele (TYPE O), Steve Tobin, Paul Bento, (METAL HEATLTH ASSC.) and Joey Z (L.O.A. and STEREOMUD) (Joey also recorded and mastered our forth comming album) come together to belt out the best in hardcore rock. We in the SAINT OF PAIN got the chance to share the stage with these monsters of rock and we we're treated as friends and colleges. Even the arrival of Staten Island's finest (just there to make sure all the permits and licencing were in order and after thier task was compleat departed without incedent) could'nt dampen the the crowds spirits.The fans at LAMOURS are some of the best people we have had the honor to play for.
I also want to thank MARK ALLEN for taking such great care of us on the sound board. He is a master sound tech. and having only heard us a few time really gave us a crushing sound on the night.
And last but not least GEORGE (the owner of LAMOURES) and all the staff at LAMOURES for taking great care of us.
We look forward to rippin it up at LAMOURES again in the future and hope to see you all there.
VIVA LA DARKSIDE!
SYXX
Wed. night I got to perform with some of the best people in the biz. As you know from our posts we opened for SEVENTH VOID & CARNAVORE. These guys are the real deal and if you missed the show then you missed a true EVENT. SEVENTH VOID features Kenny and Jonny (TYPE O) is a great mix of metal and true rock. Closing the night was CARNIVORE and if you haven't seen these guys then you haven't seen hardcore at it's finest. Pete Steele (TYPE O), Steve Tobin, Paul Bento, (METAL HEATLTH ASSC.) and Joey Z (L.O.A. and STEREOMUD) (Joey also recorded and mastered our forth comming album) come together to belt out the best in hardcore rock. We in the SAINT OF PAIN got the chance to share the stage with these monsters of rock and we we're treated as friends and colleges. Even the arrival of Staten Island's finest (just there to make sure all the permits and licencing were in order and after thier task was compleat departed without incedent) could'nt dampen the the crowds spirits.The fans at LAMOURS are some of the best people we have had the honor to play for.
I also want to thank MARK ALLEN for taking such great care of us on the sound board. He is a master sound tech. and having only heard us a few time really gave us a crushing sound on the night.
And last but not least GEORGE (the owner of LAMOURES) and all the staff at LAMOURES for taking great care of us.
We look forward to rippin it up at LAMOURES again in the future and hope to see you all there.
VIVA LA DARKSIDE!
SYXX
Labels: Rants and Raves
Halloween bash part II
Halloween bash part II
Shame on me for getting there late…. Well, I didn’t get there late, I was actually very early. However I was outside talking to two other great SOP fans, and we didn’t realized that the band had already started playing.
When we went to the back of the club to listen to the band play, they were already on their 2nd song, and it seems that I had missed some of the greatness of the saints of pain. It seems when they started playing, the music was so hot and awesome, that the fire detector went off. Laz had to rip it off from the ceiling and threw it on the floor, but the dam thing was still going off. He ended up stomping on the detector to make it stop beeping. I was wondering why the fire detector was on the floor. LOL
I’m just glad that for some reason they decided to rearrange the order of the songs, because they saved “Therapy” towards the end. That made me very happy, but I also got hell for getting there late. Of course it was all in good fun.
Now when I say that the Saints of Pain have some hard-core fans, I mean really hardcore. For those of you that haven’t been yet to Otto’s, let me paint you a picture of the club. It is in an area that it’s mostly residential, so there are apartments above the club. When you enter Otto’s, the bar and is at the very front, then you walk all the way to the back of the club where the bands perform.
Well, it seems that the band was so raw and loud, as well as the fans, that the neighbor upstairs actually complained about the noise. He said that we were too loud!!!. I guess his bedroom must be right above where the bands play. Regardless, the band was raw, loud, fun and entertaining. That goes to show you that when the Saints of Pain take the battle field, there’s no soul left alive, and no mind left untouched.
When the set was done, we all yelled at the top of our lungs for the Saints to play one more song, and even louder than ever. We begged father Vince to let the band play one more really loud, to fuck with the neighbors upstairs. I have to tell you, father Vince is the greatest. You HAVE to stop by and say thanks to him, because he allowed the band to play one more song, as raunchy as they wanted, and as loud as they wanted.
The band broke out another of my favorite, newer songs:” She ain’t mine”. If you haven’t heard it, check it out when the CD comes out on DEC. 1st.
It was magical, during the chorus of the song, Lazarus and all the fans lifted up our hands in unison, and flipped off the ceiling while we jammed at the top of our lungs.
It was a night not to be forgotten; a concert not to be missed. Another winning notch in music history. One of the greatest moments for Lazarus was when he sat down after the set, and was bombarded by his fans. He was talking to all of us and felt very humble at our sight. He looked at all of us and noticed that the group of people standing next to him, ALL had a Saints of Pain tshirt. To him it was a very humble moment to be able to see his fans all around him, not because of his great voice and what he brings to the band, but as true fans of the band as a hole.
After the gig and all the fun, it was a fantastic honor to break bread with Syxx and his lovely lady. We had a blast, and talked about all the good places where we can go eat.
Stay tunned as I gather information on the latest gig at L'amours in Staten Island. Unfortunately, due to family circumstances, I was not able to go to that concert. However I see that there are already pics that I will post here for those of us that missed it.
SAINTS FOREVEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Labels: Rants and Raves
Monday, November 12, 2007
Priest and Hartke, a match made in heaven
From Priest's Blog:
So My Dear Friends
I thank all of you for your help, in getting me noticed by Hartke
After a good long conversation with with Larry Hartke
I and Hartke Amps, will be working together to get the word out there that this is the players company. Not some far off boutique business that isn't in touch with its customers and artist.
HARTKE, SAMSON TECHNOLOGIES, AND ZOOM, have helped me fill in an essential part of my of my life and will help me bring my music to you the greatest fans on earth.
Name another company where the CEO of the company is willing to talk to an unsigned artist about what he would like to do with his band.
"Larry my man you are the best,,, They do not make them any better then you. We Saints owe you, and will not let you down"
So, Please stop by the page and give Larry Hartke a hug and a thank you from Priest
At www.myspace.com/hartkesystems
A minutes favor from you has meant a life's dream realized
Your Saint Forever
Priest
The amp and cabinet I am sitting on this photo are the ones at Joey Z's Studio Method of Groove,,, It isn't the THE CHAPLAIN but it is the one that I recorded the album "Killing Jar" (available December 1) on.
So My Dear Friends
I thank all of you for your help, in getting me noticed by Hartke
After a good long conversation with with Larry Hartke
I and Hartke Amps, will be working together to get the word out there that this is the players company. Not some far off boutique business that isn't in touch with its customers and artist.
HARTKE, SAMSON TECHNOLOGIES, AND ZOOM, have helped me fill in an essential part of my of my life and will help me bring my music to you the greatest fans on earth.
Name another company where the CEO of the company is willing to talk to an unsigned artist about what he would like to do with his band.
"Larry my man you are the best,,, They do not make them any better then you. We Saints owe you, and will not let you down"
So, Please stop by the page and give Larry Hartke a hug and a thank you from Priest
At www.myspace.com/hartkesystems
A minutes favor from you has meant a life's dream realized
Your Saint Forever
Priest
The amp and cabinet I am sitting on this photo are the ones at Joey Z's Studio Method of Groove,,, It isn't the THE CHAPLAIN but it is the one that I recorded the album "Killing Jar" (available December 1) on.
Labels: Rants and Raves
Sunday, November 4, 2007
HARTKE!!!!! Endorse Priest!!!!!!
Release from Priest's Blog:
That is right I am enlisting every one on myspace in an attempt to get me endorsed by my favorite bass cabinet, and amp company.
If you have ever seen The Saints of Pain live then you have herd the earth shake from my trademark slap to the face super low bass playing style.
This is accomplished by use of THE CHAPLAIN... My dual 8 x10 dual 500 watt head, all HARTKE bass rig!!!!!!!!!
It is a monster!
So mail, bother, write to, and throw hookers threw the windows of the guys at HARTKE, so that way they will take notice of me.
The more of you that do this the better it will work, the more gear and tour support i have, and the more i can bring the music to you the people... So do your self a favor and bother the people at the address below and help a boy live his dream....
So, Go to their site and post the words "ENDORSE PRIEST" in a comment.
At www.myspace.com/hartkesystems
A minets favor from you can mean a life times work from me
Your Saint Forever
Priest
That is right I am enlisting every one on myspace in an attempt to get me endorsed by my favorite bass cabinet, and amp company.
If you have ever seen The Saints of Pain live then you have herd the earth shake from my trademark slap to the face super low bass playing style.
This is accomplished by use of THE CHAPLAIN... My dual 8 x10 dual 500 watt head, all HARTKE bass rig!!!!!!!!!
It is a monster!
So mail, bother, write to, and throw hookers threw the windows of the guys at HARTKE, so that way they will take notice of me.
The more of you that do this the better it will work, the more gear and tour support i have, and the more i can bring the music to you the people... So do your self a favor and bother the people at the address below and help a boy live his dream....
So, Go to their site and post the words "ENDORSE PRIEST" in a comment.
At www.myspace.com/hartkesystems
A minets favor from you can mean a life times work from me
Your Saint Forever
Priest
Labels: other news
Check out this event: The Thanksgiving Massacre
The Saints of Pain will be rocking out with Brooklyn Lords of metal Seventh Void, and CARNIVORE.br /So. Come one , COME ALL to the bloodiest show ever in SI history!!!!!!!!
Oh how the Gods of Metal have smiled on Staten Island!!
The Bloodiest rock show ever will be held the night before Thanksgiving!!!
The Saints of Pain
Seventh Void
and CARNIVORE
Yes, it is real, Yes it is happening!
These Three bands have teamed up to bring you a night to die for.... Literally
The show will be louder, dirtier, and bloodier then anything in the history of Staten Island.
So don't be afraid,
Don't wear anything you like
and get your ass to L'Amours for the most over the top night you have ever seen!!!!
Hosted By: The Saints of Pain+ Carnivore+ L’Amours
When: Wednesday Nov 21, 2007
at 9:00 PM
Where: L’Amour Rocks
2354 Arthur Kill Rd.
STATEN ISLAND, NY 10314
United States
Description:
The Saints of Pain+ Carnivore+ L’Amours
Click Here To View Event
Oh how the Gods of Metal have smiled on Staten Island!!
The Bloodiest rock show ever will be held the night before Thanksgiving!!!
The Saints of Pain
Seventh Void
and CARNIVORE
Yes, it is real, Yes it is happening!
These Three bands have teamed up to bring you a night to die for.... Literally
The show will be louder, dirtier, and bloodier then anything in the history of Staten Island.
So don't be afraid,
Don't wear anything you like
and get your ass to L'Amours for the most over the top night you have ever seen!!!!
Hosted By: The Saints of Pain+ Carnivore+ L’Amours
When: Wednesday Nov 21, 2007
at 9:00 PM
Where: L’Amour Rocks
2354 Arthur Kill Rd.
STATEN ISLAND, NY 10314
United States
Description:
The Saints of Pain+ Carnivore+ L’Amours
Click Here To View Event
Labels: Gigs
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