So there I am. just minding my own business checking my MySpace account when all of a sudden... FLASH! there it is! A request for a friend! And THIS friend is Naked! Well, electrical tape on the nipples be damned... I pictured her naked! And she wants to be friends with Nkaed Punk Rock CHicks?!? Not to mention her hair was up in a faux hawk, and she had a black makeup line running across her face... sort of like a negative Adam Ant King's era white stripe. I was in love at first glance... So I accept her right away then hit the back button and click on her profile page... Holy shit it ain't one hot naked chick rocking electrical tape pasties but SEVEN!!! And they're a BAND! Welcome to the wonderful world of The Deadly 7! Each taking a name of a deadly sin... Lust, Gluttony, Greed, Sloth, Wrath, Envy, and Pride. The songs on their MySpace page were an eclectic mix of 80's New Wave covers updated for the modern man (and Woman!) Sex (I'm a...) by Berlin, Love Missle F1-11 by Sigue Sigue Sputnik, Never Say Never by Romeo Void, and Goodbye To You by Scandal. A quick peruse of their page gave the facts: They are based out of Las Vegas, they don't like wearing clothes, they have a SERIOUS attitude problem and I think I just cam a little in my underwear! So I see they have a show in Vegas in a couple week so right then and there it is decided "We must go and represent!" So while planning the road trip I email them and see about setting up an interview. I get a quick response back and they seem game for anything. They tell me they would love to be interviewed and to call them the day of the show and we can set it up...
When we get to town we call them up and leave a message... No problem... we then headed over to the Hard Rock and sneak into the gated pool area... where there is a raging party going on... Being that we both are dorks and don't have a cool gene between us... we just stand there in the water looking at the hot chicks go by... but a couple hours of that and we are good to go... So we then head over to the club to see what the deal is... Still no response from the Deadly's. But it turns out that my buddy DJ P was opening the show... The club had told him to bring electro clash and 80's new wave records... sounds good to me!
So with names to drop and numerous phone numbers in hand, we walk up to the chick with the clipboard and make our presents know... of course we are not on the list we are supposed to be, but with dropping the right name, we are soon handed comp tickets... however that did not bode well for our camera... no photo pass... another name dropped and we send bouncers grabbing their walkie talkies to make phone calls to get the appropriate people down to take care of us... So soon a nice gentleman by the name of Steve who works for the 9 Group is introduced to us... he tells us that it is no problem for us to take pictures and escorts us to the head of the line and up into the club... We waited about two hours until the band came out... They marched into the club with riot police flanking them and pig slaves holding flags... they then took to the go go platforms with their microphone headset and started the show... And it was... well, I'm gonna let the video speak for itself... cuz it was pretty amazing...
So at the end of the night I head over to the dj booth to see if P is down to grab a bite... he tells us he has to make the rounds real fast and to wait for him there.. so we camp out. A couple minutes later I see our friend steve from earlier standing a few feet away. I go over and say thanks for hooking us up and making sure we got what we needed... then I give him one of the new Jode Starr Upside down shirts as a token of my appreciation... he says thanks and we head over to wait for P... so a few minutes later P comes and we head out... We go over to the elevators and the line is hella long to exit the place... so P says "Fuck this... follow me" and takes us thru the kitchen.,.. As we head into the kitchen I see Steve standing over to the side.. I wave... then we go over to the service elevator and there is a large trash cart sitting in front of the elevator... and sitting on top of the trash cart is... the fucking shirt I gave to jack hole Steve! What a fucking douche... I mean the fucking nerve of some people... if he didn't want the shirt he could have given it back... or given it to a buddy, or even fucking left it out in the club... but to take it and throw it into the trash?!? What a fucking asswipe!.. I of course picked it out of the trash. Fuck that... i paid for the fucking thing... and I know there are plenty of people out there who would LOVE to have this shirt in their collection... SO I am holding a contest... the person with the best name for this douche wad will get the shirt and a ton of stickers and a cd or two... don't worry... I washed it first. So you have till Aug 31 to send in the best name and have a chance to win this douches cast aways...
As we are walking back to the car... I notice I have a couple missed calls... So I check my messages and fuck a duck.. Mr D, Deadly 7's manager had called TWICE to tell us where they were in the hotel and that we should come over and interview them and we could walk in wtih them if we wanted... fuck me... What a fucking lame-ass I am... we were in the club and there was no reception and I didn't see that I had calls... We fucked the whole night... anyway... expect to see much more Deadly 7 here... cuz the next show... we are there... and we ain't give any douche bags t-shirts...
