“All the bands would stop sound check and gather round, just to watch me throw meat at some chick.”
lol, I love it.
“All the bands would stop sound check and gather round, just to watch me throw meat at some chick.”
When I read that I knew he was connected to Matt Zane. This was a really well-written article. The pieces in LA Weekly usually are.
See, I thought that particular phrase was some kind of bizarre sexual euphemism. But no, it turns out he was actually throwing meat at a girl.
Very interesting article.
*flings poo meat at everyone*
It's a sad state of affairs when lithe, willing young things will do anything you want, and you've snorted too much coke to take advantage of this in anything other than the most surreal ways.
And then not even have your shit sufficiently together to turn throwing meat at naked groupie chicks into gant worthy performance art.
“Then, out of nowhere, he puts his hand up my dress and, not even knowing me, sticks his finger in my asshole. I didn’t even flinch, though, because I knew he was just trying to get a reaction out of me. And right there he said he knew I was his girl.”
“I stuffed the papers in a Ziploc bag and shit all over them,” he says. “Then, I FedExed them back to her lawyer.”
Choice. Great ending, too.
He's a male Maenad. (assuming that Megadeth is more Dionysus than Apollo)
poomeat at everyone*