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by Arson Smith_Archive
(note: this is just an as-is cut & paste from an e-mail I sent to a friend a while back, describing the shittiness... )
This was sometime in 1995 in 'Dripping Springs' Texas at some weekend hippie camp-out called 'DrumQuest'
Fruchter and Hank and I went to this. Basically some kook* out there had all this land and got half-organized and put up a half-way decent stage, some showers, bathrooms, camping space, big rock firepits, places for people to set up vending**, etc. There were a LOT of people there - probably 50% mellow hippie, 25% slightly more edgy crazy tattoo/piercing people***, and 25% curious on-lookers (me and my broad stereotypes here). Oh yeah, and the whole thing was 'clothing optional'****... so like some of it was organized, like certain times they would have concerts on the main stage*****, other times everyone was just hanging out and doing "drum circles", etc. (seeing as it was "DrumQuest" and all). (OK, I promise, no more asterisks)
So anyways... some GENIUS had actually booked Earth at this thing... so you got all sorts of hippies, etc. wanting to see these rhythm-centric acts, and then Earth comes on... 3 guys sitting in plastic lawnchairs playing drone guitar jams. What was extra weird was there was this 4th guy standing and playing guitar over the top of their drone-stuff. This guy looked like a caricature of a "Mullet Guy" (chain wallet and all) and just kept throwing all these recognizable classic rock licks (literally stolen Hendrix, Zeppelin, etc. - like he had no attention span, hopping from one poorly-ripped-off riff to another and he must have thought this was his moment to display his flashy licks for the chicks or something) over the top of their artsy-fartsy guitar thing. The crowd was ready to riot - this was probably the worst thing I think I have ever seen on a stage in my whole life. You never heard so many peace-lovin' hippies turn evil and BOO in your whole life. It was AWKWARD, it was so bad.
So after they got removed from the stage, I actually struck up a conversation with this chick up front named Amy about the performance. I was trying to be kind and was actually thinking that in a different setting, I might have enjoyed what the 3 guys were doing, but that the 4th assclown was just too much. Turns out she was the girlfriend of the Dylan guy (I guess Earth is like his baby or something) and she said something like "Yeah, that 4th guy is the son of the guy who owns all this land, and we were more or less told (not asked) that he was going to 'jam' with them." We talked for a bit longer, and she gave me a free copy of their current CD at the time ("Phase 3: Thrones and Dominions" or something like that). She said she was the little girl on the cover photo (holding like eggs or pebbles or something in her hand). I still have that CD, but I really can't remember much about what it sounds like - I just never could get into it. But it has been a while, maybe if I pull it out now and listen, I will have a different impression... I'll give that a try sometime when I'm REALLY BORED.
One other really funny part of that weekend was when I said the hell with it, got away from everyone I knew, and found a half-way secluded swimming hole and tried sunbathing nude for a while. There were birds chirping, trees blowing in the wind, hippies playing drums off in the distance, etc... sort of serene... then someone got in their van nearby and cranked up its CD player, thus drowning out everything else. You could never guess in a million years what CD it was, so I'll tell you... 'Two Nuns and a Pack Mule' by Rapeman. I didn't see that one coming. So I laid there and rocked out to the whole Rapeman CD and got a terrible sunburn on my bum. (This did not turn out to be as bad as you might think, since I met that gal Gina there, and she was very kind to me over the next few weeks with the lotion and the "TLC"). But yeah, I laughed and couldn't help but think that some other guest had had just about enough "hippie-ness" and needed to blare some Rapeman as the afternoon's antidote.
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* I remember the kook's name was Ron, and we saw him walking around a few times. Since this was really his shindig, he obviously got surrounded by the best ladies, the best drugs, etc. but he took it a step further I think by walking around in a flowing white gown, all messiah-like. It was pretty funny.
** including rattlesnake meat - not something you see everyday
*** some dude there performed an "Oh Kee Pah" (?) ceremony - where he stuck these large gauge piercings in his chest
and then attached rope to them and hung from them in a trance until the stuff literally ripped through his flesh - eek
**** this, of course, had its good points and its very BAD points
***** Crash Worship was the main headliner of the thing - they freaked me out a bit, but given my state at the time... y'know