This my friends is the story of the Bloodhound Gang show at the Ridglea. For a while after finding out that the show was happening, we wanted to go. Marc has always been a pretty big fan of the Bloodhound Gang and when we found out that our friends from the MSi show in Oklahoma City, Program the Dead were opening the show, that sealed the deal. Only problem? I was working for an English company at the time that had some…strange opinions on how people should get paid. In other words, we were broke as fuck and it was not going to happen.
As you can see above, Marc has quick access to a Winnie the Pooh costume. How he came about it is a story for another day and should probably be told by him, but we gave using it a shot to see if we could get into the show. I got in touch with
Jessie from the Edge and somehow, some way we were able to get some tickets off of Pooh being at the show.
One thing, I really wanted to take pictures of Program the Dead. Matty K., is the lead singer of the group…the one in the picture with us….do ya see it? Why I wanted to photograph him so much? He’s just so damn pretty. Anyway, I had been in touch with Matty K.off and on since we met the prior summer, so I shot him a quick message asking if I could take pics at the show. He sent one back saying, “You can now, there is a photo press pass +1 waiting for you at the door.”
So aside from being so pretty, this dude just up and took care of me like that, fucking cool as shit dude! So, we made our way to the Ridglea after I got off of work that day and we were all set. Marc was rockin’ the Pooh suit, I had not only two free tix from the radio station, but a photo press pass from Matty. Everything was goldy. PtD went on, I got some pictures of them. They brought Pooh up on stage. Fantastic, awesome time….
After PtD left the stage, I brought Matty a Jack and Coke while Marc disappeared to become “less sweaty”. We talked a bit, did our drinks and then were later re-joined by Marc for the picture that I started this post with.
When the 2nd band, Electric Eel Shock, went on, you could tell from the beginning that the place was about to go fucking nuts. They are some tiny little japanese dudes…that started with fucking Iron Man. Marc ran away from Matty and me to go join the mosh pit and that’s when it all went downhill. I am unsure of the specifics other than some gigantic dude ended up landing on his leg and he was fucking hurting. We ended up standing outside, him trying to figure out if he could even continue to stay at the show, and finally came to the conclusion that we couldn’t. He toughed it out for a few hours, but then ended up at the ER sometime around 4am.
Ended up sending Jessie the text that got read on the air.
“thank you so much for the tickets! Pooh got roughed up a bit during the 2nd opener and we had to escape to the ER..”
So there you have it, a night in the life of if you will….certainly one I won’t ever forget.