From a GREENSBORONET post:

>(By the way ya'll, SCLIX's first show with our current line-up took place about a year and a half ago. we >played with Mind Sirens at State

Hey, ya'll should check out Scott's wickedass poster:

Scott made this for a show that was to be a "trade" for the NC State Gay Pride Bragaw Dorm party. It's such a cool damn poster that I felt bad that I roped SCLIX into such a weird evening. Now don't get me wrong, it was an awesome show and all that...but it was an awesome dark angel of disaster show too.

>i must give props to their valiant efforts to be nice to the very inaccessible un-party music invading their >celebration (and for sharing the pizza).

Oh man, these folks were incredibly nice. Too bad there were only, like, 20 people total who showed up. 20 people who wanted to dance too! Even if it was a bunch of discordant un-techno rock bands.

Man, and SCLIX was so fucking loud. The guy from BGLA gay youth group who booked the whole evening, Nate, was under severe pressure from the dorm RA's to get the music turned down. Apparently, even though SCLIX were playing in an immense room, there was just no place for their mighty SCLIX sound to go. Even if you sat far away on a picnic table outdoors, guzzling Budweiser, you could hear every bitsy nuance of SCLIX's performance. They rocked and it was good.

Poor Nate, our host, had to deal with those extremely homophobic white hat wearing RA jarheads AND our scraggly drunk asses.

>hateful and ugly,

>(Scott Hicks)

Oh, do you want to hear some hateful and ugly? After the show was over with, and the RA's had politely asked Mind Sirens to shut the hell up, the time was joyfully at hand to haul out our heavy as fuck equipment. At 1:30am, I had just finished loading up my girlfriend's car when I decided that I should lock everything up briefly and then check around for any gear I may have left. At that point, for me, every good wish came true as I snapped the car key off in the door lock. I did not have a spare key, and I did not have a way to lock the car up...much less drive it away. When I told my bandmates, they were pretty amused. I was quickly becoming a Bragaw Dorm "overnight visitor", and since I had booked this show, it served me right. Luckily, I was thinking hard and fast and it occurred to me that I could make Simeon, our guitarist, sit in my girlfriend's car and "guard" the equipment while I went to Chapel Hill to find a car that worked. He was overjoyed with my plan to leave him in the early AM depths of Raleigh sitting in an unlocked car with lots of valuable equipment. Things couldn't be better for old Simeon. I left him with beer and I took off with Brian and Dave in our one remaining good car.

It was well after 2 AM when I made it back to Chapel Hill and my family homestead. Mom was pretty cranky with me for waking her up, but at least she didn't seem surprised. She let me borrow the car, but she told me to have it back by 7am as she had to drive to Charlotte the next morning. That was fine with me...all I had to do was drive back to Raleigh, transfer all of my equipment to her car, find a way to lock my girlfriends car, leave my girlfriends car and then scuttle my tired ass back to Chapel Hill and unload. That would've been cake...but, upon returning to Bragaw Dorm at roughly 3 AM, I found that Simeon was completely unconscious and had yewked in my girlfriend's car pretty hard. I mean, bless his heart, at least he didn't have any knife wounds or bullet holes. Seems that all the Domino's pizza and Doritos that gay pride had provided, had turned the driver's side into nice sticky orange.

At 3:30 AM, all the equipment is loaded in my Mom's nice car and we're on 40 heading back to Chapel Hill. There's some freak cloudburst rainstorm going on with bad visibility and all that. I'm pretty interested in staying on the paved part of the road, so I don't really want to notice that Simeon has lurched awake and is fumbling madly for the window. I do notice however, that the window is *not* open and that the nice sticky orange of Simeon is making an energetic return. A total, total mess...but at least Simeon feels better when I drop him off at his house at 4 AM.

The long and short of the evening/early morning has me staying up until 5:30am with lots of rags and hot water and disinfectant. God Bless Rock and Roll.

Ya'll should check out the SCLIX web site at http://home.earthlink.net/~revscott/sclix/ in memory of all the sleep I lost that night.

I have a demand: that Mitch post the great Bike Face/Archer's of Loaf/Zen Frisbee tour diary that got printed up in Trash years ago. That's the one where Mitch pisses off all the Jimmy Buffett fans. I don't care if it's been posted here before. I demand that it be posted again. I don't care if it's a lot of work. I demand my rights as a Bicycle Face fan.

- Mike