Roger Krueger
Franki Doll of Franki's Broken Toys
Franki Doll of Franki's Broken Toys, 2/21/08 at the "Fuck the Whales, Save a Chckn" benefit raising funds for D.I. guitarist Craig "Chckn" Jewett's cancer treatment.
Also the last of many great punk shows at the Galaxy. Sold to schmucks turning it into some upscale yuppie bottleservice V.I.P.-room nightmare. Since it was being sold they hadn't bothered to fix the roof, the center of the photo pit and a bit of the center of the stage had their own private rainstorm.
I'd bet big on the rain not coming, and taken the bike. Baaaaad move. The downpour that greeted me at the end of the show would've scared Noah. But hey, it's only about 85 miles home and I've got a fairing that keeps my upper body dry. As long as I'm moving.
But they had some kind of freeway blockage in San Clemente, at the one tiny spot on the I-5 between San Diego and Orange county that's impossible to route around. So I sat for 45 minutes getting soaked to the skin. By the time I got home I was shaking so violently I had trouble unlocking the door. Took my temperature–down to 95F!
UPDATE: Yuppie nightclub goofs lost their financing; the Galaxy reopened after over a year closed. Apparently they'd gotten as far as ripping out the interior, haven't been back to see interior 2.0 yet. Hopefully they at least fixed the roof.
Franki Doll of Franki's Broken Toys
Franki Doll of Franki's Broken Toys, 2/21/08 at the "Fuck the Whales, Save a Chckn" benefit raising funds for D.I. guitarist Craig "Chckn" Jewett's cancer treatment.
Also the last of many great punk shows at the Galaxy. Sold to schmucks turning it into some upscale yuppie bottleservice V.I.P.-room nightmare. Since it was being sold they hadn't bothered to fix the roof, the center of the photo pit and a bit of the center of the stage had their own private rainstorm.
I'd bet big on the rain not coming, and taken the bike. Baaaaad move. The downpour that greeted me at the end of the show would've scared Noah. But hey, it's only about 85 miles home and I've got a fairing that keeps my upper body dry. As long as I'm moving.
But they had some kind of freeway blockage in San Clemente, at the one tiny spot on the I-5 between San Diego and Orange county that's impossible to route around. So I sat for 45 minutes getting soaked to the skin. By the time I got home I was shaking so violently I had trouble unlocking the door. Took my temperature–down to 95F!
UPDATE: Yuppie nightclub goofs lost their financing; the Galaxy reopened after over a year closed. Apparently they'd gotten as far as ripping out the interior, haven't been back to see interior 2.0 yet. Hopefully they at least fixed the roof.