Friday, August 16th: Big Top, Flat Duo Jets, Simon & the Bar
Sinisters, The Bad Checks, The Subsonics, Jack Black, LUD.
Saturday, August 17th: Southern Culture on the Skids, The Swingin'
Neckbreakers, The Woggles, Nashville Pussy, Impala, The Royal
Pendletons, Bent Scepters, Trailer Bride.
Sunday, August 18th: The Cowslingers, The Hatebombs, The
Backsliders, Family Dollar Pharaohs, The Quadrajets, The Glenmont
Popes, Gringos, Whiskeytown.
During the 12-hour drive, I realized that we pretty much were driving a
stolen car with no insurance the second we crossed the Delaware Bridge.
Oh well. We made it accident and ticket-free. On the road we listened to
only Garage tapes by bands like the Sonics, Mummies, Ripoffs, almost
every Estrus band, and a shitload of'60s Garage mixes that Joe and Vinny
compiled.
We arrived at the Fairfield Hotel 11 hours later and shit, we were ready.
The Bud 12-pack was ripped open and we were off to the show. We
arrived at 8:00 and had missed the first two bands, one being Jack Black
from New York. Sorry, Wes, but shit, the drive was long. We entered the
club and hit the bar, where I fell in love with the bartender. With beers only
$1.50 and us being used to those $4 beers, the tips were high. Shit, I was
leaving $3.50 tips. And of course before you know it, she knew me. (Oh,
but once Vinny told her I loved her, she forgot about those $3.50 tips). The
best band of the night was the Bad Checks, a local Chapel Hill band that
were really drunk and had a Punk edge.
The bands were alright, but we
were so fuckin' excited to be there after 12 hours that all that mattered was
the beer, but for some reason,, beer after beer, none of us could get drunk.
The weekend was young. We knew we had two more nights so it was okay
with us.
Saturday, August 17th. We started the day with some good old barbecue
at Bullock's Barbecue House in Durham. After eating some of the best
southern slop, we hit the record stores where we all bought some good
used records for really cheap. I spent about $200 on vinyl and shit. It was
well worth it. We hit the 506 Club and were ready for the big night. Tonight
we were in for a big show with bands like the Bent Scepters, Nashville
Pussy, Impala, the Royal Pendletons, the Woggles, the Swingin'
Neckbreakers, and Southern Culture on the Skids, not to mention to go-go
dancing contest.
The go-go-dancing was great. Ginger from Georgia was this really hot hotty
who got naked to take the crowd, and shit, was I happy. Vinny had a
problem all weekend-, he's got this thing for women like no other man. I
mean, you'd be talking to him, and he would just stop and do the Segarra
gawk. I mean, he would just stop in mid-sentence and stare at some girl
with drool falling out of his mouth. He must of done it a thousand times, just
that night. As far as the music. Nashville Pussy was a kick-ass Punk Rock
band with two members of Nine Pound Hammer and two females, one
being Corey Parks, professional basketball player Cherokee Parks' sister.
Shit. she was tall and hot... I was in love once again. After a long night of
drinkin' and dancing, we decided to go back to our hotel. Just try to get
food at 2 in the morning down there. Fat chance. That shit's a ghost town
come 8:00.
Sunday, August 18th. Off to town to buy more records and shit. More
great finds. Tonight's line-up was filled with bands that I really didn't know,
but the Cowslingers and the Hatebombs were so fuckin' good it didn't
matter. Finally, after three nights of drinking I got a little buzz going and the
Cowslingers are the last band of the weekend. So, I'm standing by the
go-go cage and before you know it, a stripper appears. That's right, nude
on stage. Dave. the man who throws the Sleaze always has strippers for the
headliners, and shit was I happy. This girl's dancing with her leather g-string
and her plastic go-go boots, and boys are giving her bills and pouring beers
all over her. Her hard-earned money is falling on the floor and some idiots
are taking her money, so I told her, "You're dropping your money." She
says, "Open your mouth," so I do, and before you know it, she stuffed a bill
in my mouth and she tongued me down for a buck. "Holy shit," I'm thinking,
"The Cowslingers are rockin'the place and I'm getting tongue." As the night
went on, she just kept tonguing down with me. I fuckin' loved it. Okay, so .
what if I got sick after that, it was the Sleazefest, and for the first time for
this weekend I understood what was goin' on. It's all about being out of
control and enjoying good Rock'n Roll. And sex. And drugs.
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Due to the fact that I wrote this article about a month later, I am a little
foggy on band details, but here's some bands I really dug. The Bad Checks,
Nashville Pussy, the Woggles, the Swingin' Neckbreakers, the Cowslingers,
the Hatebombs, Impala, the Bent Scepters, the Royal Pendletons. and the
Quadrajets. Sleazefest '96 was the bomb. The shit was awesome, the
bands each and every one of them were entertaining in their own way. We
can't wait till next year 'cause we're going to drag all of our friends and fly
down for the week and drink our asses off. See ya at Sleazefest '97 without
a doubt!