SAINT VITUS, WEEDEATER, SOURVEIN, AND ORDER OF THE OWL, MASQUERADE, ATL
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Last Tuesday night was kind of a clusterfuck of events. There was a lot of schmoozing with rock stars and loud, slow music, so overall things went pretty well. Jared, Cagle and I got to the Masquerade around 7:00 PM (we would have been there earlier, but there was a traffic jam around Kennesaw). Once tickets were paid for, I talked a bit with Casey from Order of the Owl and SOT’s Mike Tunno, who did indeed give me a copy of his book (as mentioned in a previous post).
Order of the Owl had one of the best sets of the night, filled with songs from their recent EP as well as a couple of new songs from the full-length album. Brent’s vocals are still bewitchingly hypnotic, and Casey brought that sexy groove into the mix, making their set particularly enjoyable on my end. Jared and I did think it was a little awkward when we spotted Brent’s former band mate Will Fiore (of Zoroaster) in the audience, but no drama was to be had, at least not until later, but more on that a few paragraphs down.
This was my 2nd time seeing Sourvein, and it seems like they always have a radically different lineup every time I see them, leading me to call them T.Roy and the Somebodies. Mr. Medlin is a very dynamic front man though, commanding attention from the audience with a raw, stripped down delivery. For some reason, most of the photos of their set that I took turned out much better than other photo sets. You can see each of them on my Flickr HERE.
Weedeater were my other favorite performers of the night. Dating a guy who practically worships the ground Dixie and co. walk on made me for familiar with their catalog. While the songs all kind of ran together to my ears, it was still a good sort of sameness. Watching Dixie Dave chug down a whole bottle of Jim Beam was amusing as well. I wound up catching one of Kiko’s drum sticks, an “alien freak” design form Morgan Rose of Sevendust (meaning it has no tip). I might let my cat sharpen his teeth on it.
By the time Saint Vitus took the stage, Jared and I were both too drunk to really notice much about their set. I lost my front row position while talking to other musicians at the show (Chris Parry from Guzik and Juan Montoya of MonstrO being two of them). I also saw Brent Hinds there, but dude wouldn’t talk to me at all, which I got teed off about. However, I did get to meet Kirk Fisher from Buzzov*en. I was too nervous to approach him until his girlfriend (wife? not sure which she was) got him to speak to me and Jared. I was tripping balls, considering he’s such a big influence of mine vocally.
Anyway, Saint Vitus put on a good set, although there was some drama that occurred midway. A few guys in the crowd were lite-moshing/headbanding around, including Brent, but after things allegedly got “too heated” between him and another mosher, security tossed him out of the venue. Yeah, the guy who fronted the first opening act got taken out by security for having too much fun on the floor. Vitus guitarist Dave Chandler was extremely pissed about this. Before leaving the stage, he said to the crowd, “Thank you for coming out, Atlanta, but the next time you see us, it will be another venue, because we don’t support venues pulling shit like that”. No more Vitus Masquerade shows, folks!
I did get to meet Wino after the show, but no photo exists as he was getting bombarded by other fans. Jared, Cagle, “The Kaganator” and I headed to the Earl for the afterparty…and only two folks showed up: Tunno and Dwayne Jones, drummer of Demonaut. Our tiny party of six had to suffice, although I was annoyed that most folks ditched the party for a strip club. Hey, c’est la vie. At least I got my doom fix for the night, and I was about to see some of my ATL homies again. that made the trip worth it.