Thee Corsairs play a kind of surf punk that goes well with The Creepy Creeps and the like. Greaser is just awesome; if you don't know him, you should go say hi when he's working at Lou's one of these days. I didn't take too many pics; mostly because it was really loud up close and like and idiot, I forgot my earplugs at home. Ringing ears just don't have the same charm they had when I was a kid. The band played a relatively long set, including "Rocket 88" which was pretty damn cool.
This is Heather, who was cool enough to let me interview her for my story about Riki.
I finally got my Vinyl from Greaser for finding the bottle in their scavenger hunt at Livewire. There are still bottles out there, check the blog for clues. As you can see, the vinyl is absolutely beautiful, even if you don't have a record player.
Tales of Rum And Whiskey, Thee Corsairs
Anyway, it's hard to say it was a fun night because of the reason we were there, but it was a good night, even if I didn't win a tattoo in the raffle. Being ink-free, that might've been a good reason to stain my skin. Maybe next time.
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