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awesome gig
didnt want it to stop
the academy 3 venue is so good. but very sweaty
can get VERY close to the bands
met up with john, charley n american sean
support act - victory pill - were very good too
drummer in the middle at the front of the stage with guitarists/singers either side was a good idea
support act were sort of electro metal
once static-x got on stage the crowd went wild
so full of energy
two pretty big pits most of the time
john n charley met wayne static, locked him out of the venue and offered him a bottle of piss LOL!
mmm malteasers ice cream
met homo porno star stennett on train


Charleys review

For those who hadn't heard me screaming with excitement before hand, so didn't know, last night I saw Static-x.

Left John's and got the train to Manc about 3.30pm [start drinking]

Arrive in Man-chest-hair and then get dragged across town to fuckin Rusholme to find 'the chicken cottage'. Not my idea, I moaned alot along the way [IT TOOK LIKE HOOOOURS :P] But John simply must have his fried chicken fix, and whatever keeps the boy happy.

He got his fair share of moaning in though, when we got to the acedemy at like 5pm [doors opened at 7.30pm] we got kicked off the front steps for drinking [yup, still drinking] so went round the back entrance near the tour bus, befriended some odd American guy and shared our drinks with him.

< insert grumpy John > 'We are here way too early' *pouts*

For me, turning up at a gig that time is the norm, you meet the nicest people....

Our yank friend wandered off so me and John relocated and sat on a broken desk next to one of the back doors. Not long after [my back was turned] when John goes 'ERMMM CHARLEY, THERE'S WAYNE STATIC...'

Not registering what he said I turned around...

'HOLY SHIT THERE'S WAYNE STATIC!!'

He approached the door we were sat by and tried to get in... and failed. We said hey and offered him a drink, which he declined :( He wasn't very impressed at not being able to get into the venue, when he was menna be headlining in like an hour. He had a small rant then disappeared.

Our American friend returned, and didn't seem very convinced that we had met Wayne. Few minutes later, who should return, still failing to get in the building, this time accompanied by two roadies. Same deal as last time, we said hey and such but he wasn't really in the mood to chat =/

They buggared off again so the three of us went exploring and round another entrance to the building, this time open. Being inquisetive folk and [still drinking] we went in, wandered round then got thrown out by a security guy, who locked said open door behind us.

Wayne returns, stills hut out, this time being lead to the door we just discovered round the building, being re-assured by roadies that he could get in that way. He couldn't. Because of us the door was locked :P

I stood at the top of the steps that lead down to the door and shouted, AT WAYNE FUCKIN STATIC 'Haha gutted, we just got that door locked' then proceeded to offered him and his roadies a cup of summit that resembled watered down piss, that I found on a wall. They declined. Wayne was not a happy bunny :) but it made me smile... Any attention is good attention in my book, even if he was hating my guts by now. Finally he got in...

Bout 30mins later [finish drinking for now] We got in the venue, watched a pretty decent support [victory pill] who's lead singer/guitarist looked annoyingly like Ste Dolling... Had another drink [well John n the yank had shots] and found Pete. Then we waited.

< insert second highlight of my night >

Last January [?] I saw SOiL in Liverpool and we were drinking outside for about 2hours prior to the gig, with fellow fans and occasionally meeting band members. There was one guy with us who was utterly fucked, he was drawing cocks all over people in marker pen and shouting at roadies/band members and throwing cans around. Funny as :P right before the gig he decided [and announced louadly] he needed a shit, ran off to the nearest pub, and never came back.

Who should appear in the crowd behind me at Static-x... HIM. It took me a while to recognise him and he didn't remember me but we established the gig we met at and such, and I found out where he had gone that night... He had his dump then fell asleep on a sofa in the pub and missed the whole gig. Gutted.

< back to Static-x >

When the finally came on, they got one song out and then left the stage for atleast another ten minutes, complaining about tech problems. It really wasn't Wayne's night. < insert shout of 'TIMMEH' I got going round the crowd, topless O'clock, and a few choruses of MCR and Fall Out Boy to keep moral high :P > Static-x returns.

Played an awesome set, minus The Only and Dirthouse. Best track = Destroyer or Black and White. Got my mosh on :P met some lovely sweaty people around us [who participated in topless O'clock] and I swear the Bassist smiled at me a few times :) [we were pretty much at the barrier] < /gig >

Got the train home. I'd rate the night as one of my best, okay the set was short but meeting and off-pissing Wayne Static was surreal, I was completely star-struck, even if he didn't fully appreciate me. (Y)

Oh, and John ate a bug on the train...