Party Crasher

The invitation promises a psychedelic barbecue (“music starts
when the psychedelics kick in”), but the weather—dark, ominous
clouds—is less than ideal for either grilling or getting grilled.
Still, Kay Kay and his Weathered Underground’s “Great American Smoke
Out” soldiers on. In the small, sloping front yard, partygoers tend to
a tiny grill on the porch; around back is a keg; musical equipment is
set up inside.

Eventually the psychedelics must kick in, because Kay Kay and
his Weathered Underground assemble and begin playing in the living
room. The sprawling band doesn’t leave much room for a crowd, but
partyers sit lining the walls looking up at the musicians. Out front,
with the woozy, swinging music bleeding out of the house, there
is some discussion, sight unseen, about which member of the brass
family we might be dealing with here. “Hey, is that a tuba?” A French
horn? A bassoon? Is a bassoon even a brass instrument? (It was a
tuba.)

The second band of the night is meant to be a Nirvana cover band
starring Lelah and Bree from TacocaT, both of whom are dressed as
Kurt Cobain: flannel shirts, already bleached-blond hair, homemade
Daniel Johnston and Flipper T-shirts. Bree has the chords for different
Nirvana songs drawn on her arm for easy reference. Unfortunately, the
cops show up to the party before their drummer does and no one even
gets to attempt a botched bass toss.

Want to tell The Stranger “I just came here from my football
game, I’m ready to rip shit up!” at your house party? E-mail the date,
place, and party details to partycrasher@thestranger.com.