KILLED WITH ROCK 2: The Band That Went Too Far
The Setbacks rock with Harshey and Four 'n' Givr

March 23rd, 2005

We played with two great bands on Saturday March 19th, 2005. Harshey and Four'n'Givr. We conducted the destruction of the masses at Irene's Pub on the indicated day of judgement, and had a good time. Not a good time, correction, a great time. I'll tell you why!

7:10: I arrive. Band is already there. I hold a guitar case, and proceed to act like I am busy as things are getting shuffled and moved and set up. I am in actuality simply lifting up my snare cases, and repositioning it on the stage at what looks to be a more strategic placement for setup. I am very successful at pulling this off where it seems I am actually the busiest guy up there. Really, I am doing nothing.

7:50: Subway time. Pre-show ritual. I had already eaten some delectable ribs at the home of my wonderful mother in law to be, who prepared a great meal for a family gathering. These babies were so good, that I actually went back for seconds. I never do that. My subway requirement was nil, and I watched Steve and Paul eat some subs be buds. Cool.

8:40: We are sitting around drinking 50 in jugs, talking to the guys in both bands. John Westhaver tells us a hilarious story about becoming an Alexander Keith's rep, and how much of it he may have drank over the years.

9:30: People begin filing in to some degree. Trevor tells me to "fuck right off" when I ask him to conduct a testicular cough test on me.

9:45: People are at the venue now. We begin talking and joking, and we prepare for drunken few hours that will follow this moment.

10:30: Four'N'Givr hit the deck, and churn out some cool tunes. Very rockin.
Steve begins his hilarious tradition of resting his arm on my shoulder during the performance. I agree to let him do it, and it enhances the mood and sets the tone.

11:00: We start setting up. A good chunk of people are here now. We are excited. Trevor and Steve begin tuning. Official band friend Brett Tackaberry waits patiently by the stage as he has no idea what he is in for.

11:15: We begin our set. We start with a song, I don't remember what, but the 12 people at the front of the stage begin to writhe around in pain. Heads begin exploding, and a maniacal frenzy starts. All is not lost however, because Brett Tackaberry is pounding his foot on the floor, and has his had fully extended in mid air, waving his homage to Lord Satan.

11:50: Everyone is practically dead in the bar. Our rock has killed everyone, with the exception of a drunkard sitting at the bar stool, all of our fiancees and wives, and Brett Tackaberry. Brett still doesn't realize the bloodshed.
Police arrive, we are arrested, and currently awaiting our bail hearing for what they call a "establishment massacre".

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