Day off? We all hate days off. We fly 4000 miles to spend 11 weeks in another country and they keep giving us days off. We're here to play. All we want to do is play, but we keep getting days off.Torture! The road crew hate days off even worse than the band. The only reason they are here is to set us up for gigs. No gigs, nothing AT ALL for them to do. Drives them crazy. Days off suck.
Today at least there is something to do.
Slayer are playing at the Metro. We played there last night and the nice people there let us in for free tonight with our laminates (thank you). It's a sell out crowd again and Slayer are very . . . metal.
The only 2 dicipherable songs are 'Reign in Blood' and ' South of Heaven'. I know I'm going to get a lot of stick for this but I have to say that I was bored shitless and I left. Sorry lords of metal and devoted Satanist hordes. We decide instead to visit the punk club downstairs and bother the Dj into playing all our old punk classics. Sex Pistols, Dead Kennedys and the Subhumans. Upstairs the legions of the undead pummel ever on with their scary tattoos and cut off T-shirts. Downstairs Jim and I manage to avoid the advances of a certain young lady and return to the Shark unscathed, and (unlike Arsenal) without having 'done the double'.
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