Are You Massacred?

So Friday was the Brian Jonestown Massacre show. I was looking forward to the drunken bitchyness. Only...

There wasn't any.

Anton and the drummer came out and started setting stuff up, and A. made eye contact at me and smiled. I didn't know whether to be flattered or frightened. He looked good, for him; it looked as if he'd had a haircut recently, and a bath. The rest of the band came out and started -- Oh wait, i have to back this up and get to the girl fight.

The gig was at Schubas. Scruffy and I had staked out a spot against the stage, because we're just like that. Scruffy went to get a beer, and i was standing there, waiting for the band (The M's) to finish setting up and start, and I heard this drunkish girl voice going "Don't you tell me to shut up!" so i turned to look at what was going on and there was a girl standing next to me, holding a very full glass of beer, and there was the drunk girl standing on the other side of her, doing the whole neck rolling bad ass thing yellling "Don't you tell me to shut up!" as the band started their set. Next thing i knew is that Drunk Girl was wearing the entire glass of beer, on her head.

And the band played on.

Then the fists started flying. This was not your typical eye-scratchin', hair-pullin' cat fight, no no. This was a knock-down, drag-out dirty punching and kicking fight. At Schubas, for pete's sake! I got out of the way, and discovered that Scruffy was back, and we went "Oh my Gawd!" at each other. Then the singer was all dopey sounding and "Hey... man, it's not worth it, ok?" as they were playing. Then it got broken up and Scruffy and I squished back to where we were at in the first place.
The M's were pretty good. Anyway, back to Anton.

I guess I should give a little background on me and Anton. (Ha, like there's a me and Anton) We saw BJM play a couple of years ago at the Empty Bottle, and Anton was an absolute jerk. Just a complete jack-ass. And for some inexplicable reason, i wanted him to notice me. Maybe it was the whole bad boy attraction thing, i don't really know. That night, i had this bizarre dream where he and I were someplace, and i was trying to seduce him (and failing miserably) and then we had to drive somewhere and we got in this car accident, and he died and i wasn't sad. ::shrugs:: So... Scruffy likes to tease me about that, and did on Friday night. So when Anton smiled at me, it was just very strange.

The rest of BJM came out and was setting up, and there was no Joel! He was the little skinny manwhore guitar player. He was the one that Anton was fighting (nearly) with onstage over the volume knob last time. He was replaced with this ham-hocky sideburned guy. So they set up and started, and they were... SOBER! They played really well, but the crowd was rather subdued, and the band picked up on it. Scruffy and I think that the whole crowed were bummed at the lack of bitchyness.

At one point some guy in the back yelled out "Where's Joel?", to which Anton replyed "He's standing in the back, with an ax." Later in the set the same guy yelled the same thing, and the answer was "If he was up your ass you'd know where he was!" It was hilarious. That Anton, he's so witty. So the show went on and then the shots started making their way to the stage, and Anton kept getting louder. Apparently he gets deaf when he gets drunk. That or he thinks we do... who knows. But over all the show was good.