TongueBath #6 - September 1997
- TongueBATH:Concert Reviews combined with INTERROGATIONS: 1-Liner Ints. with Warped Tour 1997 Bands Tha Alkaholks & Salmon
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The Warped Tour 1997 Pier 30-32 San Francisco, CA Saturday, July 6, 1997 by Kimgerly
Nuthin' entirely special at the Big Rock Show on this day----BIG in the number of acts appearing (28 to be `xact), and BIG in the moves of all the side-show tricksters on wheels on the ramps. But, most of the musical acts just weren't all that. Dang.
The place was Pier 30-32 in San Fran. Curtis Bay (CB) and I played capitalists and 'buyed and died' the overpriced beer and H2O----somebody's gotta make bank I guess. We couldn't complain all that much, thanks to Ilka and James at Fly PR (which by the way, are the most consistent, pleasureable, and right-on publicity folks I have dealt with over the years), CB and I scored the righteous day pass.
The only Rap/Hip-Hop act on the bill was Tha Alkaholiks. Supporting their August 26, 1997 release Likwidation and broadening their audience base. [Hell, bills gotta be paid.] Naturally, during their set,there was a beer drinking contest. Although the winner, a big-assed punked-out white boy missed a few drops, he was confirmed as the victor by crowd consensus. Arms in the air. It was also the Wind vs. the Turntable on the outro---but their professionalism and right-brains saw them thru...even though the non-mobile crowd pretty much appeared as 'an oil painting' throughout the 30 minute set. FYM: Fuck Ya'll Mutherfuckers! Afterwards, hoards of gerly gerlz swarmed J-Ro, but I busted a move and was able to skwqeeeze this 1-Liner Int. outta him...
Kimgerly: I got one question. How come King Cobra ain't in the house?
J-Ro: That's the last beer on the line. The cheapest malt liquor you can find out there. In the hood, if you see someone drinking that, they're doing bad, real bad...scraping up quarters. We were young when we did that. We're not hating King Cobra anymore. Actually, we're looking for an endorsement. If they can give us a cool endorsement, hey, we're with it!
After their 30 minute set, we scored the righteous 40 Ounce Sampler of Likwidation. Thanks buttloads Too Much!
Next, we wandered over to the SeaSide Stage and took a peep at another band. Salmon was slammin' with all their funkadelic CB-metal gizmo that's known as the lead singer. Guitarist has to go....perhaps it was just the sound system. Anyway, I was a tad disappointed in the response I got from the 1-liner int...
Kimgerly: What the fuck is up with Paco and the Chicken? If Paco is anything like my friend Paco, he gets stupid-drunk, naked, and starts spewing all sorts of weird shit.
Bass Player guy: That's hard to explain. It's a combination of two titles we had. We were going to call the release Paco. Then as a joke we were going to call it Drop the Chicken. Then we combined it. It's not an actual, Paco Drop the Chicken. It sounds funny though...[Ed. Note: I thought so.]
Aftewards, CB and I check out The Mighty Mighty Bosstones for a short spell; they certainly had the mass-appeal, ska thang workin' with their competent, snappy horn section. We thought we saw some pals....Rob, Mike Death, Rax of Axe and Helmet, and Ren and Stimpy. We would have liked to seen punksters Pennywise. And for that matter, HepCat and The Royal Crown Review---mainly because they didn't fit into the predetermined punk rock genre. But, the sun had beat us up pretty well by then, and we weren't much into "frying now, and paying later", so we saddled up and hit the trail back to the Bigga-D O for refreshing bevs of a tall beer and a tart lemonade.
