8/30/07 On the Rox (Hollywood, Ca)

Back in la la land where bands pay to play and the doormen look like Barry Bonds. But not On the Rox which is upstairs above The Roxy. We've never payed to play anywhere so this is the closest to playing the Roxy as we get. Its a cool little spot small but the atmosphere unique. There happens to be a pole located on the dance floor in front of the stage, which will be used by the end of the night. There is something about poles that drunk chicks can't resist. The inner stripper is brought to life with some cran vodka and we all pay the agonizing price of watching the next you tube moment unfold from the stage. We hooked up with our Bay Area brothers the Bayonics and local rapper Ray Ricky Rivera. Rivera brought his usual East LA golden era of hip hop energy. Then I get a phone call. Half of the Bayonics ran out of gas on the grapevine( and by half I mean 8). Before our set a cop came into the club and took my brother out. I ran downstairs to see what the deal was. I found a guy on a stretcher would looked like a mummy. He had gotten cracked over the head with a champagne bottle. Appearantly my brother looked like the culprit. After we cleared that up we hit the stage for our 45 min set. That is a breeze compared to the usual 3 hr affairs. As predicted the pole was used for unsavory purposes by a middle aged women. Bright spot of the night was seeing Moluptous Monica our favorite LA friend and her homegirl. Bayonics killed and the night was done. Thanks you los angeles!