A normal day on Facebook for the Moodswing Meister 33rd Degree:
You should totally still listen to Lords of Acid. I saw My Life With The Thrill Kill Kult with Traci Lords once. Traci Lords wore a full-body nylon, cowboy boots, a trench coat, and a cowboy hat. At one point she opened her trench coat and greased her gooey gutter shutters with her gorgeous finger.
My 18-year-old boy brain brimmed with joy. I went to the show with a stripper (on her birthday) and her best friend. They were on acid and we danced like whores; us three. We ended up back at the stripper girl's house; where she was staying with a real-estate shyster (I think he went to jail for fraudulent activities) named, Lynn. We called him Lenny and he hated it. He was a throwback to the eighties. As an action-figure he came complete with stacks of porn VHS/BETA, shitty eighties music cassettes (Frankie Goes To Hollywood, anybody), a 9mm pistol, and what I believe to be a gnarly cocaine habit. Stripper girl had him tightly wrapped around her finger.
Anyhow, the girls were surly and riding the night like pirates on the mast rigging. They decided to utilize the musical sex magic we witnessed on stage and invited me into the bedroom with them to explore the Devil's business. I felt like a ghost. I drank more beer and went to get my friend Z-man and his video camera to capture the shenanigans.
When I showed up at his door, he swore I was on hallucinogens because of the wild sparkle in my eye. Vibration and human interaction have magical properties; I am now for sure certain about the veracity of that statement. I assured him that I was not and we ran down the street like anxious thieves ready to steal the dusky jewels, to just near the Willow House (downtown PHX - hoorah!) and crept silently into the house.
My friend Z-man edged his way up the stairs into her room, cracked open the door, and the made his was silently back down the stairs. He said, "let's go to my house, roll another number, and drink." The look on his face was one of incredulity. I asked him what he saw and he wouldn't tell me. Even to this day he has not divulged what those two furious freaks were doing and I am almost afraid to ask.
There's more to the story, but who would believe that when we walked in to the Electric Ballroom's lobby that the ladies I came in with had their arms around me, were kissing my ears, and pawing and nibbling on each other? And what critical creature would even reach further into belief to actually consider that when we were half-way through the lobby the girls detached from my sides, walked over to a group of ladies and 1 man wearing cloaks, pentacles and the like and held hands in a circle for a few moments? They then came back to me and acted as if nothing ever happened as we penetrated the outer membrane of the dance floor and melted all molten into the crowd.
1995 was a gnarly year and My Life With The Thrill Kill Kult is a gnarly band. That experience was Kooler Than Jesus [Joe sits with tongue in cheek]:
Kooler Than Jesus Clip
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