Skatedino

Drive into Coachella looking for the house we're supposed to be playing at. I'm under the impression that this is a rager-house party, so I'm expecting no less.

Pulling into the neighborhood I'm immediately lost. This is just a giant collection of circles and wavy turns. I see a group of kids in their drive way, so I pull over asking for some help.

"Hey! Kids! Where's Chiapas Dr.?"
Kids : "Hey! Who is this guy!"
(About thirteen or fourteen kids rush the car.)
"Where's Chiapas Dr.?"
Fat Kid : "What? Where's Child Moslester?"
"Ugh! No! CHI-A-PAS! I'm looking for a house show."
Fat Kid : "Ooh! It's that way!"

Thanks. Bye little kids. I pull away trying not to run their feet over.

Finally make it to the show and my expectations are fulfilled. This shit is over the top. Inside there's kids wall to wall. Up the stairs. In the garage. This shit is insane. I see a mom trying to keep things clean to no avail. What parents let this shit happen in their homes? Whatever, let's do this.

One notable performance was the shirtless guy playing Euro Trash synth rock and roll. Sounded like Rammstein. The guy had the biggest smile on his face. I couldn't help but get my fanciest Du Hast dancing to this shit. His enthusiasm for the keys was too much to handle. I loved it.

I set my drums down in the garage and I'm overwhelmed with pot smell. I look around and it's a bunch of twelve year old kids stoned out of their mind setting up for a rousing game of beer pong. Where the fuck are your parents, kids?! I over hear one little stony baloney say, "Dude have you heard of this 'Big Lizard' band?"

"Yeah dude!" I say, "They fuckin' rule!"
"Siiiicccckkk .... ZZZZ"

So we wait to play. And wait some more. And some more. OK, cool, it's time for us to set up. I throw on some pre-show Millionaires to get the crowd stoked. Err ... Or to get just Ian and I stoked. James made the best band banner I've ever seen in the desert. Gave me such encouragement! If your band doesn't have a banner with various anti-religious icons on it, I recommend you do so. Something about Satan that really get the juices, err, blood pumping.

During our set I look out and see everyone just gettin' down. The front row is dancin' their hearts out. Specifically Carlos, who had some serious moves that night. Also a thin moustache, teal tank-top combo that just wouldn't quit. I look to my left and the stair case is feelin' it too! Now this is a party! After our first song, high fives are distributed and confidence is at an all time high. I got these songs, mane!

So blah, blah, blah good set. Lots of fun. Best friends showin' love. All in all it was a great night.

Afterward I get to Chloe's parents house after the longest drive. Proceed to eat Fajitas and drink lots of water. Pass out.