Cannibal Corpse might not seem like a show to take a kid to,
but that didn’t stop people from doing it.Go try telling those homegrown Florida boys that they can’t see their
hometown heroes play at home.Some might
have brought the kid as a rite of passage, but you saw a tiny limp body dragged
out the pit.
Gatecreeper started the debauchery.The crowd got rowdy.Stand by the massive pole for safety.
Of course, there’s no barricades at a show like this, so you
have to bring a friend just for protection.Anchor him to one side of you to try to prevent any impact from
shattering the camera and yourself.It’s
time to start practicing those martial art techniques, guiding incoming body
weight with deflection.
Try to hold the camera steady.People drench past you.Here comes another slamming body; get ready.
From the minute the music started, the crowd was more than
ready to move into a massive mosh.Dripping
sweat doesn’t take long to form on bodies, and people slime across you with a
snail trail.Getting close to the stage
allows others to take the most impact, but they push into you *squash.*
People tight like bees at honeycomb.They want to sting shit.Prepare to drag bodies to the catacomb.
Outside, under the dark cloak of night, precipitation
gathers, darkening the sky, making it cloudy.Droplets of rain fall like the tears and heavy sweat of people as the
open floor becomes the menagerie.The
music starts, body parts fly, and it might be someone’s foot in your face as a
way to say howdy.
Get surrounded like a continental shelf.Yet, there’s a disconnection.Elbows, knees: protect yourself.
A wave of energy incited the crowd as the next band took the
stage; the crowd went bonkers cuckoo.People
become flying objects as people flip off of the stage, and they don’t care if
you’re unready.Divers jump even when
you think they’d know better, making Power Trip an unexpected breakthrough.
Seemingly nobody watched the stage.Jump without looking into a pole.Doing flips was all the rage.
Feel so many different pieces of body parts next to you that
you could be wrapped in a spring roll.Dallas boys on stage, bringing that cowboy rowdiness to FL, were surely
a band that could engage.Something
about their music inspired the rage that made all the people seemed to lose all
self-control.
Get pissed enough to not care about jail.Vent bottled up hogwash.Hopefully, someone will bail.
By the time Cannibal Corpse takes the stage, things get a
little more under control on lock down.There’s no more people jumping off of the stage, no more guys landing on
the kids in the crowd.There’s a video
of a lifeless kid being pulled out of the pit and onto the stage that will make
a frown.
It’s a hometown show.Their friends brought their kids.Nobody wants a kid taking full force elbow.
Let alone a shoe to the face, as I had the pleasure of,
which sent my glasses flying off of my face.Attempting to look on the ground amidst people moshing is not exactly an
easy task to say the least.Luckily, the
glasses were found many feet away, amazingly uncrushed, which was like a winning
ace.
Put the glasses away.Hurry up and take as many pictures as possible.Put the camera up, so it’s okay.
Hold on tight, as drunk people have gotten a little too into
the mosh, and there’s always those few.Those are the ones that keep trying to start a mosh where there’s not
one; the families don’t want it.Still,
they slosh around, kicking and elbowing into the small fries cowering, as they
didn’t have a clue.
Those ones piss you off.They turn passiveness into aggressiveness. You finally go off like a molotov.
It doesn’t matter how hard you hit, they keep coming back,
so you are ready to let them be plowed. There’s
trying to be nice, having a friendly mosh, then there’s the bitch switch set for
a touchdown.Don’t hold back, and let
them have it with an epic explosion that is like an exploding mushroom cloud.
You have the will to beast.You’re ready to pounce and chase.This punk is going to be your feast.
Ping pongs back again, bouncing off someone else back to
you, so you play football and leave skids.Drunkard starts looking woozy, like one too many spins while riding the nonstop
ride of Calypso.Growing inside is that festering
rage that makes you pissed, wanting this punk to see only eyelids.
Grind your teeth until they grit.This guy’s got no clue.You’re ready to pulverize him, you admit.
Your friend looks over you and notices that you’re more than
ready to angrily launch mission impossible.Tapping on your arm, he tries to mumble something to you, and you’re not
sure what he’s trying to say.He motions,
pointing away from the mosh pit, towards the bar, as he knows that you are explosible.
Perhaps it’s time to split.It’s time; he knew.He wants to
prevent any crimes you’re ready to commit.
Where else is a better place to vent out the frustrations of
whatever it is that’s your oppressiveness?The show had the best mosh pit in Florida of 2017 that was more
infectious than the whooping cough.Getting out that anger, having a good time, even if you’re bruised up
the next day is impressiveness.
“Oh man, Jay’Z’s got my poker,” you sigh with realization
that your newest piece of silicone from Jack and Jill’s Adult store was missing
the metal rod that attached into the bottom.Tear through the gift bags from Jack and Jill’s Adult store, pulling out
rabbits, lube, condoms, and everything except for the pointed metal poker that
was supposed to be tucked into the underside of the pipe that you
acquired.Dump the bags out one item at
a time, discovering the gifts that were given out at last night’s event with
certified sexologist Susan Ruth Freedman; you’d won raffles, and even though
you looked through all the bags, you realized that the metal piece was missing
- you knew that it did not fall in the parking lot at the Crowne Plaza in
Orlando, as you would’ve heard it, so you knew it was somewhere on Jay-Z’s bus.
Think back to the night before, and let the air escape from
your lungs slowly, deflating your lungs like a balloon that is being slowly
deflated by a controlling hand that hates to see the air go but lets it
escape.You had not even planned on
going to Orlando, even though his crew member called you up on hump day to
announce he wound be flying in from New Orleans on Friday.All you had planned on doing was going up to
Saint Petersburg to attend the sexologist’s talk on how to keep relationships
spicy, but then you thought you’d bring a friend with you, and the next thing
you knew, you were off to Orlando to lose some stuff on Jay-Z’s bus at the
Crowne Plaza and not even stay for the show tonight.
The show is probably going on right now.He probably just took the stage.You could’ve been there, but your friend had
to be to work at six this morning, and you had to meet up with some customers,
too.
So, let’s start with the sex.They say sex sells.Go to where they sell sex toys.
You had been looking forward to attending the event for a
while, as you loved trying out new things.Free stuff is in the budget.You
missed getting to try all the new adult industry stuff that you got to when you
had been working at Fairvilla in Key West, a store that you had helped open,
working up in the processing, tucked away in the little loft area, plucking
away at the computer, doing the behind the scenes work that people don’t
normally think of when they think of the adult industry, entering products,
doing basically shipping and receiving, double checking orders, updating inventory,
suggesting new things that you’ve never seen before, making things pretty by
doing displays and fun stuff.
You’d go out for promotional times, as that was back in your
younger, sexier years, when you were fresh off the Ozzfest tour, dating and working
for a body painter you’d worked with on tour – as you were a model on a
motorcycle, and with the body parts he painted, it worked naturally in a
strange way, especially since he taught you a lot about what it means to be an
artist - open to all kinds of freaky stuff.Prior to joining the tour, you’d been working at a regional
entertainment magazine that you had pretty much taken over for a college
professor, covering concerts six to seven nights a week - traveling through
Michigan, Indiana, and Ohio – and when the tour came to Detroit’s stop, which
was really the former Pine Knob that is now called DTE, you had been covering
the bands, taking pictures in front of the stage, when Rob Zombie pulled you up
on stage, which opened the door to being asked if you wanted to join the
tour.You said yes, and they thought you
were joking, while you thought they were joking, but you wound up getting a job
as a Harley girl, which you thought was selling motorcycles or keychains, but
really wound up being a position of modeling on top of a Harley, taking
pictures with people each day.
While you had been working on the tour, you had along the
way met Polo, who had been a tech for one of the bands on the tour.The two of you kept in touch over the course
of the past 15 years, so when he told you that he was out touring now with
Jay-Z, the two of you would meet up for lunch or dinner, just to catch up and
chat, keep tabs on how the other is doing.Polo was not his real name, but you were on a kick last night teasing
him, calling him Polo as a response to his real name, which you tried to
justify by saying that it was one of your favorite games as a kid growing up in
Michigan, which is a peninsula state, the same as Florida; meaning, both states
are surrounded by water, and that’s a water babies’ game.
Even though you knew people had been teasing that callback
to him his whole life, you didn’t care.Insisting on calling him Polo, it became one of those jokes of the night
that just got funnier the madder that he got, as you could see him getting
irritated with it.There’s something
about teasing him that you enjoy, something about the powerplay of domination
over him, leaving him wanting for more.
Was that it what it was?That Sub-dom attraction?Him
being motorboat height?
You were tall for a girl, and he was short for a guy, so the
two of you together might look odd to some people, but it was kind of a fun
thing for you.Yes, as discovered at the
sexologist talk, you had some sexual issues.That’s what sexologists are for, working through those issues, so it was
actually cool.
It was cool enough for you to invite a friend along, who
knew a little bit about spicing things up, especially since the two of you both
won from the raffle drawings where they were giving Jack and Jill sexy toys
away.It’s always fun to replenish a
stash of sex toys, as some toys do die over time.At times, you feel a bit jaded, so it’s
always refreshing to hear new ideas outside of your set ways.
She talked about Dr. John Gottman’s six magic hours of
things to do each week to enhance connection with a partner.From taking a couple minutes to kiss hello
and goodbye each day, to a few minutes of admiration and appreciation for each
other, along with physical affection, and even having a couple hours each week
for a date night, there was one thing that stuck out to you the most, and that
was taking an hour each week for a State of the Union Meeting.Better than calling it a bitch fest, the
message is about how to communicate effectively any issues arising, be it
anything from discussing bad habits, to things like promotions at work, but
when discussing any bad points, it’s not as easy as they say to broach subjects
in a manner which will not offend the other person, so she shared some key tips.
Take “could, should and would” out of the equation.Leave out the expectations.Discuss your feelings and traumas from the
point of view of how it makes you feel, as opposed to attacking a person’s
character or making it seem as if you are pointing the finger, placing blame
for the cause and effect.
If you feel a certain way because of a specific trauma, talk
about it.That’s easier said than
done.Admitting that you have had a
trauma takes guts; not everyone is willing to express, even with the best of
intentions, but it’s having the guts to try to do it that can make things
clearer to the other involved.
Another interesting concept was Gary Chapman’s idea of
having five different love languages, as not everyone views love the same
way.Some people like receiving gifts or
visual tokens of love, while others might like quality time or physical
touch.Acts of service, or doing things
without being asked as a way of showing appreciation for your partner, and even
giving compliments may be how others express love or understand someone else’s
gesture of love; knowing which is best for your partner helps a lot.
If one person’s expression of love is physical touch, but
they are with a partner that did not grow up in a touchy feely family, didn’t
express their love in that way, then the two might not understand each other’s
actions the same way when it comes to love.If instead, the other person understood love to be helping each other
around the house, anticipating and fulfilling their partner’s needs before they
ever arise, they might not understand where the other is coming from.Understanding what best meets your partner’s
needs, and knowing what best meets your needs, can help make for a peaceful
partnership.
Of course, sex toys can always help spice up a relationship,
whether exploring mutual stimulation, vibrating rings for tongues or other body
parts, remote controlled vibrating panties, or even exploring the 50 Shades of
Grey style with a little bondage experiment with some restraints for the bed; kick
it up a notch by exploring a few of the sex swings.There’s ones that hang from the ceiling, ones
that hang from a freestanding hanger, and ones that basically allows you to
hang from your partner.Of course, that
means that you have to find a partner able to hoist your big’un up without
pulling muscles.
You preferred some of the more kinky stuff, such as the gimp
masks with the zipping mouth, bunny tail butt plugs, and the extreme sex toys
that make people gasp, such as the thick chub that’s about as big around as the
dilation of when a woman is giving birth.Get a cuckold cage.Put this rod
down the urethra, clamp this metal cage around the scrotum and shaft, and if
you get hard, it might hurt a bit.
Walk through the aisles of Jack and Jill’s Adult store,
touching the whips, finding which of the fur ones is the softest, and loving
the stitched design of the Betty Page paddles.Take notice of the bondage rope, but you like the cool designs of the
tape that sticks to itself.There’s an
awesome pink leather starter bondage collar that does not require a lock and is
simply held in place by a leather strap that can be cleared by the simply swipe
of a finger to release if things are getting to be too much: safe word time.
Maybe it’s time to explore some new sexual realms.If so, Jack and Jill’s Adult Store is one
place to go with an inquiring mind.Bring a new spark into the bedroom, as there’s lot of Florida Jack and
Jill locations to choose from, and they have a variety of sexual things that
are sure to intrigue; don’t worry, if you’re scared, you don’t even have to
leave your house: www.jackandjilladult.com.
If you find yourself having sexual concerns, dysfunctions,
or have had past traumas, talk to a sex therapist like Susan Ruth
Freedman.She has plenty of activities
and exercises to try, but she also has a caring ear and is very good at digging
deep to find the root of a problem, so that it can be solved.In addition to being a board certified clinical
sexologist, she also does hypnotherapy, is a trauma specialist, a mental health
counselor, and does couples, as well as individual, therapy: www.anewtomorrow.net.
Yes, Jay-Z is still on tour, so there's a still a chance to catch him: www.jayztour.com. If you want to check out more about the artist that has sold more than 100 million albums: http://lifeandtimes.com/. Jay:Z 4:44 dropped this summer, so check out that album and connect at https://www.facebook.com/JayZ.
Marisa Williams earned her Master’s in Writing at the Johns
Hopkins University.She is the author of
more than 100 books and a licensed Realtor. For more by Marisa, visit www.lulu.com/spotlight/thorisaz.
Joining the holiday mob mentality, you craved to get scared,
even if Halloween had passed.Scour for
the last remaining haunted house in the drivable area, and you find
Screamageddon.People say it is Tampa,
but is actually Dade City; still, it is not too far off the highway, so you
found it easily enough.
You really have to drive outside of the bigger cities just
to have enough room for a sprawling attraction.The location was ideal, with forest surrounding, and in Florida, the
Spanish moss hanging in the trees only adds to the creepy effect.You never know what might be lurking –
snakes, gators, psychos…
There’s only one way to know for sure, and that’s to be
brave enough to step foot inside the gates.The Fast Pass option is a handy way to skip around the mobs of people;
tra-la-la your way to the front of the line, and be sure to grab one of those
handy glow necklaces that means you opt into interactive scares.
There’s about half a dozen things to check out, each
completely different from the other.To
start, warm up by playing zombie paintball.Test your aim as you’re shaking scared to see how ready you are.
If there really is that zombie apocalypse that everyone
keeps talking about, you need to make sure you are ready to fire under really
being scared conditions.There’s a
survival store in Orlando specially designed for just such an event, and if it’s
near International Drive, you know the threat must be real.Thus, grab a gun, strive to keep it steady,
and close one eye if you need to as you’re taking aim; fire!
Speaking of fire, you keep noticing fire balls randomly
lighting up the sky.You’re not sure
what to make of it at first, so you vow that you must find out.Enter the first haunted attraction to look
for answers.
The first one did not have fire, but it was glowing.Try to fit the 3D glasses over your regular
glasses, and as the lights go out, only black light and spray paint lights the
way.The rest is a veil of blackness.
The neon colored paint seems almost nuclear, and you almost
feel as if you’re in part of a Super Mario Brothers game, as there’s painted
pipes that look like they lead towards a mission of some sort.Reach out and touch them, just to make sure
they are real, and they are not just a 3D figment of your imagination, but
actual pipes.With so many brightly
painted glowing objects popping out in 3D, it’s hard to discern the real stuff from
the fake sometimes, but you feel your way along the dark paths.
The spinning tunnel has always been one of your favorites,
so when you enter the bridge, you stop, just to let your mind fully feel the
effect.It’s as if you’re tilting, that
you’re the one spinning, instead of the room around you.Grab hold, just to make sure that you do not
tip over, as you feel yourself tilt a bit.
You can’t quite be sure if there’s someone lurking in the shadows
or not.Just when you think there is, it’s
a dead end.Get yourself oriented
again.Then someone jumps out and throws
you off once more.
Adjacent to the 3D haunted house is a prison break.Not afraid, you take the glowing necklace and
place it on your head like a halo.Guys
cower behind you, ordering you to take the lead, and just when you’re telling
them that you will, you’re ordered to go in by yourself, solo mission, straight
into darkness.
Starting to feel uneasy, the only light you have is the glow
of the necklace, which all the people hidden in the shadows can see, too.A cornfed prisoner bleeding from his forehead
rushes up to you, gets in your face, gets loud, demanding, “why did you break
it?Tell me, why did you break that,
huh?”
When you don’t have an answer, he yanks you, commanding that
you follow him, and another friend joins.This one has dark rings around his eyes, blood stains on his clothes,
looking more than pissed.Now, there’s
two of them badgering you, getting in your face, threatening and dragging you.
They take you to the hole.You’re locked in a small, confined space, with only darkness around
you.You hear the screams of other
people, and your heart races, wondering how long they will keep you captive.
Just when you’re really about to panic, someone opens the
door and bellers at you, “get out!”Following command, you zip down the dark corridor, sliming past old
overflowing toilets in prison cells, taking the back way as you break out of
the prison.Your tunnel starts to
shrink, and you have to bend down to make it into the next area, which is
another small, dark space, and there is a guy waiting to scare you.
You can’t help but jump, and you try not to scream in his
face.He follows you, knowing he has
gotten under your skin.Just when you
think he is gone, he tugs on your shirt, just to let you know he is there.
Try to shake the tail, but you feel someone’s hot breath on
your neck.Turn, and your nose to nose
with another cornfed guy looking like he wants to devour you for dinner.He doesn’t want to let you pass.
To get away from him, you enter another small, dark tunnel
that requires you ducking down.Looking
behind, you see that he did not follow you.Don’t attempt to sigh with relief, because you just felt someone’s hand
firmly grip your forearm, and he growls, pulling on you, “come with me…”
He sits you down in a chair, and other prisoners appear from
the darkness, surrounding you, circling around you like vultures waiting to
tear open your flesh.Some get in your
face, others grab your shoulder, while others mumble comments that make your
skin crawl, as the prison is all too real.
Break out of the prison by passing more gross toilets that
make you want to vomit, and sneaking through more small, confined spaces.Each character that approaches you is
different, but you notice some creepers follow you longer than others, or
appear again when you think that you’ve lost them.The darkness is unnerving, but throwing in
angry prisoners wanting revenge, and it’s a real good time.
When you break free from the prison, you need to get away,
and the only moving option is the hayride.Climb up the wooden staircase and hop aboard the tractor’s wagon,
fluffing up a spot in the hay to sit.Thankfully, you’d taken your allergy medicine earlier, but a sneeze
escapes from you unexpectedly.
The tractor chugs along the bumpy trail, then stops unexpectedly.Angry people storm out, riling up people on
the hayride.All of a sudden, a series
of fireballs illuminate the sky, giving you the answer to your previous
question of where the fire came from, and now you can feel it singeing your arm
hair.
The tractor lurches forward, taking you to another area
where a couple of hicks are mumbling about something to eat.You’re not sure what they’re talking about,
when all of a sudden, a massive gator lunges forward, snapping its jaws at
you.Scoot out of the way of the gator
and of the blades from a combine that comes whirling from out of the blue, then
jump when there’s more unexpected fire.
Pull up to a moonshine still and reminisce about that good
ol’ West Virginia White Lightning.Mention to a friend about wanting to take a hooker of that, and a good
ol’ boy jumps out screaming at you not to even think about touching his
moonshine.Before you can react, there’s
a moonshine explosion of fire.
It’s like being out in the Wild West, as you see bank
robbers go in to rob a bank.This only
creates more chaos with a shootout, and yup, you guessed it: more fire.Oh, try to not get sawed up by a chainsaw.
At the final stop, hop onto the wide, wooden staircase,
holding onto the handrails, and spill out onto the midway.The smell of BBQ lures you in, along with
other tasty delights.Take a pitstop by
one of the many fires in midway, gathering a group at the picnic tables,
deciding which one to do next.
Next, it’s time to get infected.Enter the lab and see a doctor pacing back
and forth.“It wasn’t supposed to be
like this,” she repeats over and over; “we didn’t know that it was going to be
like this.”
Step into the contaminated area.There’s alien beings on the surgery tables,
kicking as they’re being sawed into.You
can’t help but reach out to touch its slimy skin, and it sends shivers down
your spine.
“Aliens are real,” you hear someone say, but you cannot make
out who is speaking.There’s darkness
shrouding you.Find your way into
another operating room, and see gooey organs on display.
Distracted by the sights, you don’t notice the doctor
approaching you from behind.“We need
you in surgery,” she ushers you by the arm and prepares you for operation.Feel the saw blade vibrating your neck as the
doctor attempts to slice into you, and you struggle to try to get free from the
operation.
If you’re lucky enough to get out of there alive, good luck
trying to find your way back to your friends.They’re long gone, left you behind to fend for yourself.Now, you’re on your own to find your way out.
There’s rows of white flapping sheets of plastic.Screams fill the air, and people paw at your
skin.Just when you think you’ve found
your way, you’re back at the beginning of where you just were a while ago.
Get away from the infected, and stroll over to the
house.Surely, in between, you will find
your friends again.The Dead House calls
big groups of friends, so follow the dimly lit path to find who is inside
waiting to have you for dinner – not for you to eat dinner, but for you to be
the main course for dinner.
“Mmmm, you look delicious.” You hear a deep inhale.You realize that you are being sniffed by
people.
“Papa’s guna like you,” a slow, Southern drawl spouts.Push your way past the creepers in one shack,
and find yourself back on the dimly lit trail.Twist around the path, and find another crusty love shack.
Feel your heart thumping faster, threatening to beat out of
your chest.Just when your heartrate
thinks about slowing down for a moment, there’s another scare around the
corner, waiting to make you jump.Adrenaline coursing through your veins, panic sets in, as does the fight
or flight response within you.
The nice thing is that Screamageddon offers the Curse
Hayride, Bedlam 3D, the Dead Woods, Blackpool Prison, and Infected Ground Zero,
each being so different from each other.Add in the Monster Midway with Zombie Paintball, and it’s an evening to
gather the friends for some scares.Being able to opt into the fun is an awesome chance to harken back to
the old school haunted houses when people didn’t try if someone touched their
arm; get taken prisoner, be held captive, and face some real fears in person.
Outside the State Theatre in St. Petersburg, FL, you can
hear the chants of fans.They create
their own call back and answers based on songs from Twiztid.Some chants simply repeat the word “family.”
When locking eyes on the hoard of people gathered outside of
the venue either smoking or waiting in line, it’s not just that it’s Halloween,
but it’s more of like a family tradition to sport some makeup.No, we’re not just talking a little blush to
rose up the cheeks.This is more like
full on circus clown escaped from a mental facility and went on a killing spree
type of dripping and blood splattered makeup.
More than half the crowd is dressed up in some sort of Juggalo
inspired Halloween fashion.Hey, it’s
the weekend before Halloween, so it is perfectly acceptable to dress up;
however, considering it’s the weekend before Halloween, I was frankly surprised
that there wasn’t more people dressed up.It really wouldn’t have mattered if it were any other time of year;
people would’ve still dressed up.
What’s the allure of gobbing on makeup, making yourself
unrecognizeable?Being able to escape
reality, dress as if you were part of the performance on stage, and who knows,
you might just be pulled up on stage by one of the performers.Stranger things than that have been known to
happen at Twiztid.
Okay, so honestly, it was not as rowdy as a Detroit show for
the Detroit-based rap duo, but that’s probably to be expected.Honestly, I was nervous, as I remember how
Twiztid and ICP shows were back in the day in Detroit, and rowdy was more like
an understatement.Is it the years
passed that allowed the younger fans to grow up, or is it that St. Pete’s has
an older population than Detroit; who knows?
What I do know is that that Society’s Last took the stage
first.While the duo was on point and
got the crowd popping, they had a secret weapon up their sleeve.A sexy cop struts on stage, commanding
attention, stealing the spotlight for a while, which only makes the performance
more memorable.
Andrew Boss rocked out the night with a punk rock style that
definitely stood out from the rest of the performers.That blending of rock into the rap scene
actually fit quite nicely, as the crowd crammed to the front of the stage,
people started moshing, bodies slamming and causing blood to flow.The rush of energy and excitement was so
great that when it was over, it was like riding a tidal wave that crashes into
the sand and dissipates, as people scatter back out to smoke and generally
disperse.
Another duo of rappers on stage also brought a little sex
appeal when one of the guys takes off his shirt, and almost hilariously
stammers in between songs how he usually does not take his shirt off and felt
naked up on stage.The girls in the
audience did not seem to mind the eye candy.The guys were too focused on the music to really pay attention to what
the dudes were wearing, as the duet had a yin yang type of sympatico that made
the rhymes flow fresh and clean, with a new take on a familiar style.
Whitney covered herself with a hoodie, hiding her sexiness
from the crowd.You’d see her hot pink
hair poke out from under the hood.Just
when you want to think she’s an innocent little girl, she leaps off the stage,
surfing on top the crowd, singing from on top of the bar on the opposite side
of the room, and you had all you could do to keep your eyes on where she was
heading next, never missing a beat; meanwhile, her DJ is spinning the hardest
thumping bass beats of the night - you can feel in your chest.
Blaze ya Dead Homie arose from the dead, as it was his turn
to spit some rhymes instead.With his boy
covered like a mummy in gang babushkas wrapped around his head, he tried to
represent more than a few colors with his thread.Familiar favorite songs belting from the stage,
you can’t help but sing along.
Even after Blaze’s set is done, he joins Twiztid on stage
for a little more fun.The horror group
rapped of murder, threats to everyone under the sun, and getting scared is how
the fun begun.There’s Halloween’s
Michael Myers and Jason from Friday the 13th lurking around on the
stage, pacing back and forth, threatening to unleash their rage.With 20 years of music, how can you not know
the songs?
Even though many are familiar with their music, Twiztid is a
band with a more expansive creative side.I must admit, I was a little disappointed that their merch booth did not
have the comics there.If you’ve never
checked out some of their other creative projects, do yourself a favor, and go
get them.
