This past Thursday, April 28th, three of the loudest mother fuckers of rock came by the party hard city of Poughkeepsie New York. Phil Campbell, Mikkey Dee, and god a.k.a. Lemmy Kilmister all together form the legendary Motörhead
, who succesfully murdered my ear drums that thursday night. And fuck yes
I enjoyed it.
The trip upstate was shitty, driving on the f'd up Taconic Parkway in the pouring rain, finally reaching the booming metropolis of Poughkeepsie after three hours of traffic. If you've never experienced the wonder of the Pough, I would highly not suggest it. We covered the city east to west in about five minutes, viewing the intense commercial competition between Kentucky Fried Chicken and Kennedy Fried Chicken, driving through the 3 block rough part of the neighborhood including an old run down building covered in No Loitering signs and even a "Do not come here to buy drugs" sign.
After finally finding Cranell St. (Alleyways in Poughkeepsie have street names....although you can't drive on them) we go online in front of The Chance
. There we waited on line out front with a large group of fellow hard rock fans, including the guy in front of us in his "gothic priest" outfit.
The Chance is a very cool small theater that caters almost exclusively to rock music, including anything from local hard core bands to Jefferson Starship to The Spin Doctors and Motörhead. It has two levels, but just small enough to not have a bad spot in the place. I wish I brought my camera, but I'm a forgetful jackass.
The night started off with a decent band called "Today's the Day". Although not exactly my cup of tea, they did have a insane drummer who enjoyed going through several sets of drumsticks in their short set, including having them break and fly off into the crowd hitting a guy in the head.
Then came Speedealer, who I was actually pretty impressed by, they were a hard rockin speed metal type band, really good shit. Following them came Morbid Angel, who we descended into the pit for. I'm definitely not a big fan of death metal, but it's hard not to enjoy loud heavy tunes when it’s a few feet away. And of course everyone loves the death metal voice, you know the type that makes you jealous, wishing you had it as you order a big bacon classic at Wendy’s.
Finally, after all the bands were finished, it was time. We grabbed a spot right in the very front of the pit; the only thing separating us from Lemmy was a rope, and a bouncer pushing us back.
It's hard to describe the feeling of being right there with Motörhead and their amps beating the shit out of you, its fucking intense. Lemmy came out with his signature opener, "We are Motorhead, and were gonna kick your ass!" I've been a fan of Motörhead ever since I first heard "Ace Of Spades" on Darryl Nau's Seek & Destroy
video. I couldn't tell you every song that they played; I was kind of in a trance just enjoying the music and the pit. All my favorites were played though, such as "Born to Raise Hell","Civil War","Sacrifice","Iron Fist", and of course "Ace of Spades". Although not as many metal chicks as I would hope for, there was still some tits and bush to be shown, although coming from a lone chubby chick. Oh well, I did see Lemmy's mole.
There's probably a lot of other things that happened that I cant remember, but that was basically the night, ending at 3:30 after a quick drive home. Stay tuned till next weekend for a review on the Blue Oyster Cult concert, or better yet try to get some tickets and go yourself.