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fredxmertzThe story is The story is so long, I often lose my steam halfway through. And I ALWAYS leave something out� I�ll try to keep it as brief as I can, BUTT HAY�
Diego and John needed a place to put on the show MISSION IMPOSSIBLE ( I know, nots bery original, but this is 1992! And the first tom cruise re-make isn�t even out yet.) so we�re on the phone and I go, you know you should do it like a rave. Have a map point and that way you make it a private party and keep it legal.
So they call the Long Beach Masonic Temple (this is the story RIGHT HERE) this place is a 4 story building, with 2 basements and a bomb shelter. The sole occupant of this place is a crazy guy who acquired ownership of the building through squattor�s rights, by living there for over 7 years while the building was abandoned.
Now John and Diego are in negotiations with the guy, there are about 10 bands scheduled to play, from as far as Canada and Utah. (sorry, it�s ska) Some of them include: our band THE TACO KINGS!, Suburban Rhythm (Long Beach natives), Stretch Armstrong (Provo, Utah), Filibuster (Canada?) etc. etc. So they get there and the guy lowers down a clothespin on a string and goes �put your $200 on the clothespin� John is freaking out, like what the fuck, this guy might just take my money! Diego�s like, don�t worry about it. The guy lets them in for a brief tour, telling them they get lobby, first floor and basement ONLY! No one is to go wandering around because there are wild (feral) dogs in the building!
They tell me this outside and I go �no way, he�s just telling you that to scare you!� and John starts barking. I hear many dogs barking back from the second floor.
The legend: the owner lives there by himself. He needs to use a blueprint as a map inside the building or else he gets lost himself. There have been many raves in the building, and once a girl got lost- it took the paramedics three hours to find her. She was disoriented, dehydrated and in shock at four-thirty in the morning, having been wandering for hours, often with savage dogs snarling at her from under doors.
So there are these giant boards with a picture of a snarling dog, that say NO RAVE! On the staircase.
The first floor is the �hospitality room� which I quickly christen THE HOSTILITY ROOM because it is filled with pissed off band people who don�t like the venue, the stage manager, or lack of beer. This room has been raved and there are small busts of Beethoven and Mozart everywhere, which eventually become projectiles.
Me and Nuxie go exploring and find many odd theme rooms, the spray paint room, the actress resume room, the pink and white checkered room (SKA!)
See, I told you I would lose steam�. Fuck. I�ll do part 2 some other day.
XOX
Fred X. Mertz
Diego and John needed a place to put on the show MISSION IMPOSSIBLE ( I know, nots bery original, but this is 1992! And the first tom cruise re-make isn�t even out yet.) so we�re on the phone and I go, you know you should do it like a rave. Have a map point and that way you make it a private party and keep it legal.
So they call the Long Beach Masonic Temple (this is the story RIGHT HERE) this place is a 4 story building, with 2 basements and a bomb shelter. The sole occupant of this place is a crazy guy who acquired ownership of the building through squattor�s rights, by living there for over 7 years while the building was abandoned.
Now John and Diego are in negotiations with the guy, there are about 10 bands scheduled to play, from as far as Canada and Utah. (sorry, it�s ska) Some of them include: our band THE TACO KINGS!, Suburban Rhythm (Long Beach natives), Stretch Armstrong (Provo, Utah), Filibuster (Canada?) etc. etc. So they get there and the guy lowers down a clothespin on a string and goes �put your $200 on the clothespin� John is freaking out, like what the fuck, this guy might just take my money! Diego�s like, don�t worry about it. The guy lets them in for a brief tour, telling them they get lobby, first floor and basement ONLY! No one is to go wandering around because there are wild (feral) dogs in the building!
They tell me this outside and I go �no way, he�s just telling you that to scare you!� and John starts barking. I hear many dogs barking back from the second floor.
The legend: the owner lives there by himself. He needs to use a blueprint as a map inside the building or else he gets lost himself. There have been many raves in the building, and once a girl got lost- it took the paramedics three hours to find her. She was disoriented, dehydrated and in shock at four-thirty in the morning, having been wandering for hours, often with savage dogs snarling at her from under doors.
So there are these giant boards with a picture of a snarling dog, that say NO RAVE! On the staircase.
The first floor is the �hospitality room� which I quickly christen THE HOSTILITY ROOM because it is filled with pissed off band people who don�t like the venue, the stage manager, or lack of beer. This room has been raved and there are small busts of Beethoven and Mozart everywhere, which eventually become projectiles.
Me and Nuxie go exploring and find many odd theme rooms, the spray paint room, the actress resume room, the pink and white checkered room (SKA!)
See, I told you I would lose steam�. Fuck. I�ll do part 2 some other day.
XOX
Fred X. Mertz
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Date: 2008-07-05 04:00 pm (UTC)That is some crazy shit