When I had decided months ago that I was going to see Clutch at the Phoenix, I knew a couple of things right of the bat...
- I was going to hurt the next day.
- I was going to do something to validate that righteous pain.
- Someone was going to film it.
- The Bear Mask was coming up in the underground.
What I didn't know was that when I came to the edge of the stage during the last song, and climbed to the stage, and jumped off that shit, that everyone was gonna move. That, not only didn't hurt till the next day, but when it did, it fuckin came in waves. There may footage of this insanity, as a gentleman wearing a full head skull mask was filming it. That, and a couple other actions of mindlessness, like when I put on a bear mask that I couldn't see out of, and ran through the most pit, camera in hand, climbed over some guy and while crowd surfing, took a picture of me surfing a sea of drunken animals. I can barely contain my excitement for that one to be developed.
Stay tuned for the pictures, the Recipe for Disaster always needs fire.
1 comment:
STILL waiting for pictures!
Chris
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