Still spinning on no sleep & too much caffine from last night's show. I feel like I'm being worked with wires. Anyway, a brief review for all interested parties.
First my entry for bonehead of the week: The Chance is a TINY club. So Amy, Bill & I wander in during Lycia, Amy asks the bartender the way to the bathroom & I clutch frantically at her shouler because Pete Steele is sitting alone in the corner of the bar about 10 feet from us (thank's for telling us about the hat, Rosemary, it made him easy to spot. Uh, easier?). "It's Pete" I hiss at her & she goes "But I've got to go to the bathroom!" Priorities, I guess.
Of course by the time we return he's gone. EHC comes on & they're kind of amusing but definitely not well received by the mostly redneck crowd. We didn't get the full satanic priest gear fashion show, the lead singer was dressed more like an east village leather fag.
So we're killing time, waiting for TON when I spot the bobbing hat being sported by Pete so I grab Amy's arm & point. He's just standing in the crowd with a bunch of 70's throwback bimbo's lining up around him cooing & gibbering ("Oh my gawd! Is that Pete Steele? etc). I drag Amy through the crowd & I shunt myself off to the bar next to him because I am a total chicken and cannot talk to strangers. Can't. Cluck cluck cluck. Amy order's a beer, we turn & he's gone. Frantic search, no Pete. So we walk back to Bill & he's shaking hands with a hulking man in cap & leather trench. Apparantly while Amy & I were composing ourselves at the bar Pete walked over to where we had been & bumped into Bill on his way. He apologized & the two of them chatted for a bit before he went on his way. So do I get the Bonehead prize or what? (way ahead of everyone)
Anyway, I'm not going to spoil the set list but they did play all of those Bloody Kisses favorites along with Cinnamon Girl & Matchstick Men (Which was great! Great! A brilliant cover! Augh!) Two girls in nun regalia came out during Christian Woman and feebly pretended to be lesbians. I mean feeble. I show more affection to female friends. They were the DJ's from a local radio station that had introduced the band & endeared themselves to the crowd by saying things like "Yeah, all of you men are here because you've been spending time in the bathroom with Playgirl. You're a bunch of pussys. You only want Pete's dick."
Then the Misfits. I was nearly exploding with anticipation. I love the Misfits. LOVE THEM. Um, they were kind of bad. Not entirely their fault. Kenny sang with them & he wasn't really miked up properly & either was one of the guitars. They played 20 Eyes& Vampira, I don't remember the last song. They were heaving a great time & the crowd loved them. So Pete comes back on stage & goes "Wa-Ho" in proper Misfits inflection. "I just had to get that out of my system." "Look at Kenny's big dick, He's ready to go audition for the Village users".
The sound on a whole was pretty un-impressive but the band seemed to enjoy themselves & Pete performed the last few songs shirtless (which prompted this tiny scrap of female nearby to start screaming "Fuck me!" Whatever). No encores.
Nina