Bad
Religion + Good Mushrooms =
Another Day At The Office For
Publicity Whore
Vans
Warped Tour
Los Angeles Coliseum
July 11, 2002
By: Silo Cybin
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There are two ways one can deal with being blown off by
childhood heros Bad Religion for the interview you're
supposed to do with them backstage at the Warped Tour.
You can either:
a.) Get pissed off, and spend the rest of the day ranting
and raving about what a travesty it is that these hacks
who have created little more than a musical masterpiece
or two would have the audacity to blow off something as
esteemed and revered as a Publicity Whore Interview.
Or you can:
b.) Say 'Fuck it - we'll get 'em next time around,' throw
back a fist full of mushrooms, and push your ass up to the
stage to brace for whatever the hell happens.
And since we at Publicity Whore are committed to
going the extra mile for you - our loyal readers, I bravely
threw back those 'shrooms, 'cause I figured it'd make for
a far better story.
First, I would like to announce that I 've discovered the
only bright side to the rape-high prices they charge for
food and shit at concerts these days: Since you can't afford
to eat anything, those mushrooms you ate will hit your ass
likety split - perhaps too fast.
Once the 'shrooms start fuckin' with my head, I tried to
figure out what the last show i tripped at was. I figured
it musta been the Phish shows at Red Rocks in '95 - or was
it the Dead shows a year prior? Either way - it wasn't a
punk band from L.A., and there weren't any motherfuckers
there with Sid Vicious pad locks around their necks, and
bones through their noses.
I started to ponder whether the fungus was a good idea
- all things considered. But the first thing a person learns
with shit like mushrooms, is that once you throw 'em back
- you better make peace with that decision fast, or your
ass could quickly be in for a long, shitty, fucked-up night
(and next day, and day after that... etc.) So at this point,
for reasons beyond my grasp and completly out of my character,
I chilled the fuck out and let the mushrooms do what they
were meant to do.
Now what's cool about mushrooms (and drugs in general)
is that they open your mind up to the energies around you.
Not just the obvious energy of the loud-ass music jamming
out of the PA system, but also the energy of the junkie-bitch
next to you puking on somebody else's shoes, and the energy
of the cholo gang banger next to you punching some kid in
the kidney for smiling at his girlfriend, or the energy
of the Southern California sun setting on the dope and gang-infested
hood, wherein lies the L.A Coliseum.
And once they took the stage, I realized just how fuckin'
good those guys are. Blown off interview or not, they are
the genuine article - their music comes from a pure place,
and on 'shrooms the intensity of that's pretty fuckin' wild.
Something to try once before you die, maybe (yeah - we all
will eventually. sorry)
So I got in for free with backstage passes (all compliments
of the PR folks and good souls Epitaph Records), threw back
a fist full of mushrooms (compliments of my friend, who
drove me there and saw to it my ass got home in one piece,
and got to spend one killer night in the third-to-last summer
of my 20's - trippin' on shrooms, smokin' chronic, and thanking
God I dropped out of that Monestary to start Publicity Whore.
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