Sex and violence in lobsters - a smelly business

Apparently lobsters pee in each others’ faces, fight, and generally behave like dirty bastards. They’d fit right in this Saturday when there’s a ginormous party. I couldn’t find a good picture of drunken debauchery to emphasise the last sentence, so here’s a dead rabbit instead:

Flogging Molly kicks quite a bit of behind.

Bad Religion kicks even more backside.

NOFX kicks immense amounts of ass. Here’s the illustrious El Hefe…

…And Fat Mike as well. As you can see from the pictures, with each band I got progressively closer to the stage. For NOFX there was no question about it: of course I’d be thrashing up front.

There was a bit of a crowd. Nothing spectacular, but apparently 10800 people attended the show according to WCR’s homepage. Not bad!

One of the coolest aspects of the festival was that I received an e-mail from an old high school friend a few weeks ago. We hadn’t spoken to each other for five years, and all of the sudden I get this e-mail saying “Hey, I read on your blog that you’re going to West Coast Riot! Me too; let’s meet up!”

Sweet mother of fuck – this bloggin’ thing is actually doing some good. Thanks for an excellent time, Rangou!

Edit: On popular demand I’m adding a pic of myself as well. I know, I know – my eyes are all puffy and tired. Told you I’m getting old!