Made it to New York. Finishing the drive was Daedelus, Out Hud, South, and Earth, Wind, & Fire.

We played Knitting Factory - pouring rain. Had to load out through 200 sixteen year old emo boys. All bad asses. All pissed off. All wanting tattoos on their neck. Razors. Getting the kick drum out was a battle of bouncer vs. emo. A bouncer lead my way. He was like an ice plow. He was throwing the emo’s out of the way. I did see one legitimate neck tattoo. It was Wonder Woman with a devil’s tail, holding a splif.

The rain never stopped. Completely sopping wet. Somebody accidently put their cigarette out on my hand.

Photos: Marlon Schaeffer

Knitting Factory has 3 levels. Each level with an early show and a late show. 18 bands. It’s like a cat in a piranha pond. We played with Evil Beaver. They sold thongs.

Photo: Marlon Schaeffer

Back to the emo kids. One question for them - Do you like Iron Maiden, or have you ever gone through an Iron Maiden phase? Because I don’t think you can consider yourself bad ass until you own and know the 1984 release, Powerslave. Especially, “Rime of the Ancient Mariner”�, the 14 minute adaptation of Samuel Taylor Coleridge’s epic poem relating the supernatural events experienced by a solitary mariner who kills an albatross. 14 minutes. That is bad ass. Plus, Eddie, Maiden’s 17 ft tall mascot is unstoppable.

Where are the Eddie’s today? We need more Eddies. And more neck tatts. And more Evil Beaver.

Trent - out.

Head Like a Kite