THE LOUDMOUTHS

Boo hoo. No Cyclone.

TOUR ’97 continued...

The following day we decided to hit some red-blooded American tourist sights of Washington, DC. Jay drove us through the psycho maze of DC while we blasted Minor Threat and stopped at the White House. (We jokingly contimplated putting our hooded black sweatshirts on (we each just so happened to have one), doning our shadesand driving past the White House real slow in our rental van. Decided it wouldn’t be a good idea.) In rebellion, Pete and I smoked a dubie on the White House lawn while Beth shot photos of us.

The Italian Stallion
at an Italian Sausage
stand on Coney Island.

We spent the next three nights in New York City. We landed on St. Marks St. where we were generously taken in by New York rock n’ rollers, SNUKA. They welcomed us in their tiny apartment around the corner from the Continental where we were scheduled to play. At the Continental, we had a shitty show partly because Four-way of SUICIDE KING thought I enjoyed being douced in beer while playing which I don’t particularly, and partly because the asshole club owner decided to charge three bucks a head for a night that was normally free. Oh, and to top it off, he chose this night to up beer prices - making a budweiser a whoppin’ four bucks a pop. The one good thing was that the girls from The PLUNGERS, x-STALLIONS showed up and banged their heads. GEORGE TABB even reared his ugly face to the show (wearing way too much cologne)... but where oh where oh were they? No DEE DEE, no JOEY, no JOHNNY not even fuckin’ CJ! We were bummed. SNUKA, our NY hosts were totally grossed out by our RAMONES fetishism, I’m sure. Our next couple days were spent shopping and sight seeing. THE LOUDMOUTHS

Saki to me!
Shegai stuffs us full o’ sushi.

were ecstatic to visit CBGB’s. Excited, we of course took a band photo in front of the place. We ate pizza outside the Continental, bought Statue of Liberty souvenirs, sang PAT BENETAR Karoke til’ the wee hours in the morning with Chloe and Suke from SNUKA, received A-1 treatment, (ie. free sushi and libations) from Shegai the guitar rock master/Sushi Chef of SUICIDE KING, went to Coney Island and cried cos the Cyclone roller coaster and Freak show were closed down till next summer. We chomped down a notoriously bad Nathan’s Coney Island hotdog.

Drinkin’ with the brothers
of Limecell in Philly.
Cool mural behind us, huh?

After New York, we drove straight to Philadelphia to the spacious home (an x-funeral parlor, how cool) of THE 440’s. They turned us on to their fav good eats place, a diner called Silk City where we ate at least three times during our one night stay. The show was at Upstairs at Nicks, we all had a great time boozing it up and schmoozing wtih Confederacy of Scum inductees, LIMECELL and acting silly for someone video taping the show. THE 440’s rocked!

The next day we got up early. Pete went to blow off some Ox-steam at some local skate park, and the rest of us headed for the Mutter Medical Museum. Geek-struck, we shuffled through the museum, our loudmouths agape as we invisioned real, live two headed babies in jars, human heads sawed in half, a female skeleton with a horned skull, a series of examples of human deformities, diseases, and impossibilities, a taxidermied human child, for christ sakes. After the museum visit, we headed for Virginia Beach, which immediately upon arrival realized that we had discovered the sister city to Newport Beach in So. California, everything was so Orange County it was scary. Funnily enough we ran into Slymenstra from GWAR and Beth gave her a big wet one. Then, SNUKA opened the show and heated up the crowd with hell- bent fury and some good ol' rock n'roll . Chloe let loose her furry hot pink makeshift merkin at us and we obliged with some pussy worship. Next, we started to heat up the micro stage, but, weÕre cut short by the club owner, because someone got nailed in the head at the bar with a flying shot glass that had been thrown from the stage area. Outside I talked to some guy who had a topless chick in his back seat and made a friend who wanted pictures of Beth and I naked. Later, we crashed at one of THE CANDY SNATCHERS’ pads, and got up the next morning and headed for Wilmington, NC.

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