Photos of the latest thrill-packed episode of Incredibly Strange Wrestling are up now. Oh the tortillas, oh the humanity! Given that we've also got a GWAR show coming up in a month and a half, I think it's safe to say that we're making life hard for our cleaning crew...

Speaking of cleaning, today was cleaning day. Check out the giant pile of trash that accumulated! One picture wasn't really doing this justice, so I pasted this together from several shots from the panning webcam. Where did it all come from? We haven't had a pile of garbage that big since during construction...

(Incidentally, Hugin really doesn't work very well. I wasted a few hours trying to make a much larger panorama than that one, and it just completely failed to work.)

At their merch table, they were selling hand lotion. Can anyone explain that to me?

Saturday night, the drummer decided that he needed a carpet on stage. So he went outside, went next door to the pizza place, rolled up their carpet and took it. The owner of the pizza place saw this from across the street, and a while later asked Barry, "um, why did you guys take my carpet?" "What are you talking about," replied Barry. So they wandered around the club and eventually found it. They asked the guy, "what were you thinking?" Can you guess what his answer was? Go on, guess.

"Oh, my bad. It's all good."

At some other point in the evening, the same guy came into the office, took a chair, and said to Caroline, "yo baby, don't tell nobody I took this." It's unclear whether that chair is still in the building.

Photos of the Cold Meat Industry show are up now. This was a night composed primarily of extremely loud air-conditioner-type noises. It made me a little nostalgic, in that, had I seen this show when I was 16 and had just discovered early Cabaret Voltaire and Throbbing Gristle, I probably would have thought it was the most badass thing I'd ever seen. But now I'm old and jaded, so not so much...

The last band had this grid of words hanging at the front of the stage. We kept wondering if they were going to play Industrial Jeopardy: "I'll take FILTH WHORE for $200, Alex!"

I got a kick out of Crüxshadows for the first few songs, much like the last time they played here, but then I think my suspension of disbelief faded. Yes, I really think he's not joking. With the fake English accent, and the straight-outta-Spinal-Tap speech about pyramids or druids or whatever he was going on about. I think he's actually serious. (I know, it's so hard to tell any more in these post-ironic times. Half the time I can't tell whether I'm serious or not.)

When he was making his speech about all the places their most recent tour has taken them (wherein he mysteriously bragged about something along the lines of, "we're the only goth band to play in Latveria since the Sisters of Mercy did, way back in the Nineties!", and people cheered) I wondered if he keeps the sporadic English accent when he's in England? Maybe he switches to French?

Anyway. They had live guitar and violin again, and dancers in skimpy costumes. Like I keep saying, laptop bands take note: if you don't have a show, hire one.

We lost the webcast of this show, however. Someone screwed up something somewhere somehow, and since that put me in a firing mood, now everyone's passing the buck. Hopefully it's fixed now.

There's a pretty entertaining article in SF Weekly about noted surgery fetishist and wrecker of civilization Genesis P. Orridge, who will be here this Wednesday, Nov 3. Do not fear the man-boobies.

And of course, this Sunday is that most magical time of the year...