It's not very typical of me getting ill but yesterday morning I awoke with a sour mind, racing with images of sex and horror!!!! I'll explain that at some other date but beyond that I felt downright flu-ish. This on the night The Melvin's were playing their 25th anniversary tour at Webster Hall in NY. Not only that but they were playing one of my favorite albums of all time (not being facetious or dramatic here), Houdini in it's entirety. My skin hurt, my stomach churned, the mear smell of food hit my gag reflex like a prize fighter hits the heavy bag and overall I wanted to die. I'm a trooper though. I went to work and sucked it up. I napped for an hour, awoke again for the second time that day, sucked it up, took the train in, met with a graphic designer who is doing work for me, sucked it up, met some friends for drinks on some mid-town, rooftop bar, and made way to the show. The whole time sucking it up. The smells of the city wafted in from every direction, good and bad, everything from rotting, garbage pail water to Subway (which by the way, garbage water is better)...roasting peanuts and burning gyro meat floated into my head, swirling it into a frenzy, turning my stomach with every sniff. Anyway...The Melvins came on and an amazing show started. They were powerful and clean...as clean as sludgy, murky metal can be and I was in a happier place. It wasn't until "Night Goat" came on, my favorite song an that album, that I started vomiting. Try to imagine "Poltergiest 2" when Craig T. Nelson barfed up that mutant, tequila worm. It was like that but only in the disgusting, piss soaked, bathroom, on the bottom floor of Webster Hall. After that I felt like ten thousand bucks at least. I can say this...I'm glad I managed through...it was well worth the price of admission. The Melvin's will always be one of my favorites.
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