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Hallowicked Hallowicked, Hallowicked……..goddamn how I loved Hallowicked 2000. I’ve been waiting 5 years to finally get a chance to go to one and I’ll be damned if I miss the 1 chance I finally get. I know no one wants to hear about the way up to Detroit, people only care about the damn show!!!! Nobody gives a shit about my 15 hour drive from Virginia, how we almost hit a deer, got lost around the D.C. area, how we stopped for gas and started going 30 minutes in the fucking wrong way, about how we finally got to Detroit, all the street names weren’t on the map and the names on the map weren’t anywhere to be found…..no no no, you just care about the show……and so do I!!!! So anyway…..We get there about 10:30 in the morning after driving all night. Our plan was to get a couple hours of sleep since we’ve been up for so long, but once we got there, we were so damn excited that the concert was that night we couldn’t fall asleep no matter how much we tried. I so got up and took a quick shower and got my gear on for the show (black pants, black long sleeve t-shirt and a COC shirt. My boy T-Ray had his Ringmaster shirt on. We were in a ghetto ass Days Inn and it was full of juggalos. They were on every floor. We meet our first when we went outside to smoke and they said they planned on having some wrestling shit in their room after the show. We were like; "cool" and said we’d be there. (We never made it cause we were so exhausted from being up for so long and had another long drive early in the morning, sorry ninja.) We painted our faces up, mine the usual Shaggy and his as J. We went into the local CVS store next to our hotel and picked 4 24-oz bottles of Faygo for the long ass wait till doors opened. We drive down towards the show and park in a parking garage close by. We walk to St. Andrews Hall, being looked at by every person on the street, and see that we’re only 75 people back or so. Which is good cause the line got long as fuck…..But it was only 2 o’clock, 5 more hours till doors open, and doors NEVER open on time for shows. EVER. The wait was pretty much boring and very chilly when the sun went down. Only 2 things of real interest happened: 1- couple girls showed their tits a few times to a screaming crowd, 2- one whack ass Faygo fight erupted. We were all lined up in an alley between the Hall and some other building with a few cars parked in it. And I’m happy to say that my Faygo Root Beer was the first one in the air that started it all. We had small bottles, big bottles, all flying through the air spraying shit everywhere, exploding as they landed, bouncing off the cars, soaking the cars. It was so fucking nuts. They bounce off the walls a few floors up and its so hard to tell what direction they’re flying, especially when you got 20 or 30 different ones all at once. But then security came out and put it to an end with a very pissed off tone. OH YEAH!!!! A third interesting thing happened. Maybe around 6:30 or so, so close to time to finally get in with the heat, a cop car pulls up and starts talking to someone drinking. Not exactly sure what he was drinking, but this other goofy mother-fucker walks up to the cop car with a 2 liter, starts shaking it up, and sprays the shit all over the cop car!!!! In less than a minute 5 other cops pull up, all with lights on, and the kid gets arrested for it. What a dumb mother-fucker!!!!! Pay a 100 bucks for the best show of the year, only to get arrested 30 minutes before we go in!!!!!!!!!!!!! So he gets put into the car as the crowd chants, "you fucked up! You fucked up!!!" It was so great. Anyway, so like I said, doors never open on time so the line finally started going in around 7:30 or so. Took about 20 minutes till we finally got in. Got patted down, security checked out all 5 of my disposable camera’s and me and my boy headed to the bathroom. After drinking so much, being in the cold and waiting in line for almost 6 hours, I had to piss SOOO bad. I swear I stood there for at least 2 minutes non-stop pissing. Felt great. So then we headed up to the merchandise both to se what they had. The selection was pretty shitty for an ICP show. Hardly anything at all. So I just got a black Twiztid hoodie with TWIZTID written in flouresant green on the front (which looked bad ass in the black lights) and a Twiztid knit hat with their faces on the front. Only 80 bucks, pretty good for me. If they had more I’d be coming home with a lot less money. The place was tricked out with that damn cotton stretch spider web shit and green skeletons hanging on the balcony. At least they were green in the black light. We headed up to the balcony for a good view of the mayhem that would be starting. I love being in the mix of it and all, but not if I’m butt-ass tired, I’d pass out or some shit. We got up there and I was standing next to some juggalo’s mom. She was cool and all, liked ICP, been to a few shows with her son knew some lines, but it was like I was standing next to my mom or some shit. I couldn’t be wicked up in this bitch with my mom next to me, Christ. Well the first act came on before the Hall was even close to being full. The Psychopathic Rydas came out in full force with their "gangsta" threads on. I was as happy as a skinny punk bitch getting out of Betty’s bed after a night of pure hell. I’m been waiting for a chance to see them and since I didn’t get to go to the Gathering I thought I missed my only chance. I can’t remember what they opened up with, I want to say Dumpin’ but I wasn’t there to memorize the play list. It was just so fucking cool to see them perform. The song I remember the most though is Skrilla 4 Rilla cause J and Shaggy were throwing out money into the crowd. I don’t know what bills they were, but after the set the mom’s kid came running up and said it 100-dollar bills. Maybe, maybe not. Just know I didn’t get any damn money. It don’t really know what was up with the crowd, looking into they weren’t very active, all just packed together bobbing their heads somewhat. For the first act I thought juggalos would’ve been jumpin around and shit. Or at least something. The Rydas set wasn’t very long. I was hoping they’d play one of my favorites, Plug That Puss, but of course not. So they carried ass off the stage sooner than I wanted. And oh yea, the stage….it was a regular stage but had a short runway in the middle so they could go out and be surrounded by juggalos, that was cool. So I think it was a beastie boys CD playing after the Rydas got off. The was a blonde haired girl in the balcony across the way that I guess was doing something sexual cause the crowd below started screaming "show your tits" yet again. So after some persistent yelling, she finally decided to show them off. They were kinda small, not very perky, but it was cool all around. But we all wanted more, so the chanting started again. And she showed her nubs again, then again, then again. So then "pussy" starts getting chanted, and she’s a little more reluctant, but after a few minutes she pulls her pants down some, just to show her silver underwear, no neden, no ass, just underwear. But she was the only one willing to do it, so I love her for life. Next to come out on stage was Blaze. Another act I wanted to see. I’ll be seeing him again Dec 7th with Twiztid in VA Beach though which is sweet as fuck since I thought they wouldn’t come here. But anyway, Blaze’s performance was banging too. But again the crowd was just kinda chillin, people up in the balcony were more active then them on the floor, kinda depressing. This story is getting long as fuck so I’ma try to keep it down a bit. If you ever get the chance to see Blaze, don’t pass it up. I think the chic flashed her fun bags 1 more time between the acts, but can’t remember. Then the stagehands came out and took off the coverings to the props on the stage and I got stoked as hell. There were a bunch of dried corn stalks and a scarecrow in the middle. Then out came the serial killers, the best job ever. Imagine getting paid to stand on stage at every Twiztid show and just move your hips a bit!!!! Be the shit. But then BLAM!!! Out came Monoxide Child in his Robin costume and Jamie Madrox in his Batman costume. The costumes were cheap as fuck looking but it was perfect for them. They were so fucking good I don’t really know what to type about it!! This is like my 5th story, you would think I would pay more attention so I had shit to say but I suck!!! I suck at writing stories!!!! I just know I have a good fucking time at every damn show and I can’t write for shit!!!! And to be honest, if I were to write out everything I remember, you’d be bored as hell by the time you got to the middle of it cause it’s so long. I bet you’re bored right now, and Twiztid just came on!!! There I go, getting all sidetracked again. FUCK!!!! They were fucking awesome!!!! Then Blaze and ICP came out and they did Hound Dogs which is ANOTHER song I love that I thought I’d never see. Ssssoooooo sweet. Then everyone disappeared and it was just ICP on stage. I was like ok; one long ass set is so much better than taking breaks. By this time, the crowd was fucking each other up. About time they finally got into it. Faygo was flying everywhere, hitting people in the head and shit. Juggalos "trying" to crowd surf. By this time I was taking mad pics (which I’ll send soon). It was also the best lighting I’ve ever seen at an ICP show. The setup was great how the lights came out of the corn stalks and shit. I think I could write a better story about it if I knew what you wanted to hear about it. They didn’t really play much off of jeckle brothers at all. They actually played a few songs off every album except TOL and TW. But then Twiztid came back out and did a few more songs before ICP came back out. I loved the way the mixed it up like that. Just one long ass fucking set that rocked the place. Let’s see……they performed Nuttin But A Bitch Thang, which was tight as hell. And Red Neck Hoe ’99. They played a few songs off their B/B. Whut was phat as ………uh…….my mom. Yea, that’s right. But the final song was Crystal Ball with Twiztid. One word…..WILD. I don’t know how they can see what they’re doing with all that Faygo sprayin all over the place. And it was diet cola, not the usual diet root beer I’m used to. I know I got more shit to say…..After the show I got my black box, which had J and Shaggy on each cover with just big pics from the regular version and the CD looks a bit different. And the Twiztid CD cover is a small version of the poster in the normal and is red CD, not black. The Hallowicked 2000 CD. Hallowicked 2000 with ICP and Twiztid on the front, little poster thing, little sticker and even a damn certificate of authenticity. I got number 598. It was a hell of an experience and I’ll damn sure do it again next year. Till then…….PEACE OUT!!!!! MCL!!!!! Pictures coming soon.

Space Tour LIVE Nov 14th WHAT UP NINJA'S....last night was another great ICP concert. I'm here with my fellow ninja Jon. He'll be helping me with the storytelling. Hey, all, this is Big J, and I'm going to be starting off this beeotch. So the night started when I went over to Mike's to start painting our faces. Mike started painting his as Shaggy (as always), and since Chubbs was going to paint his face like Violent J, I decided that a fresh face should be added. So, to commemorate the appearance of The Misfits in "Big Money Hustlas," I painted my face as the Misfits' trademark skull logo. We started around 3:45 in a tiny bathroom with a tiny mirror which we both had to share. We had the Jeckle Brothers CD playing because we need that important inspiration. This time I decided to paint my face as the newer Shaggy as opposed the the older with smaller horns and less on the cheeks. The painting process took longer than expected and we didn't even finish till 5:30. I guess we were just in a slow mood. So me and Big J hurried up my girlfriend (jen) and my sister (chris)...who wouldn't paint their faces...and were on our way. The ride there was kind of a bitch, because traffic was backed up for a number of miles due to some accident, and there was a fog outside where you could only see about 200 yards. The only fun part was all of the people driving by us and pointing at our wicked-ass makeup. Though...they were laughing........bitches. Traffic was moving so slow that I just tilted my head back and fell asleep for the rest of the ride. So suddenly a 35 minute drive turned into a hour and by the time we got there the line was already 30 damn yards back. I was planning on being there earlier so we wouldn't have to be that far back, but by the time the doors opened....a usual 20 minutes late...we were about 1/3 of the way back compared to the whole line. The doors opened and we went in, and the first thing we always attend to is the merchandise. Mike only bought an outer space tour shirt, because he's so poor and has to bum money off his girl and sister, and I bought nothing, because I'm a flat-broke student bitch. Oh well, I got my signed Riddle box shirt....so I can live without another shirt. Then we headed into the "sunken area in the front of the stage" (this is NOT a mosh pit, since it clearly states in the club rules NO MOSHING....hehe), and met up with Chubbs and Jo-Jo (no pics of him, since we couldn't take any during the show, sorry, guys). Us four stood in a circle near the front. People were already lined up in the front since we weren't near the front of the damn line to fuckin begin with like i wanted. We chatted about various things. Nothing very interesting. The show was supposed to start at 8 but didn't. No shocker there. At about 8:45, the music cut off and the lights dimmed down... So then Violent J's voice came up over the loudspeaker, introducing Twiztid. The stage setup had a big statue on each side the had the psychopathic logo lit up on it. There were two guys standing in the center with axes, one dressed up like Michael Myers, the other dressed up like Jason from Friday the 13th. Then Twiztid came out, all evil looking, wearing red psychopathic jerseys and shorts. The first song they sang was "2nd hand smoke" (Mike told me this, I don't know very many of Twiztid's material). And the crowd lurched forward, 200 people all trying to get to the front of the stage. And when you're standing about third from the front, space gets a little tight. O ne thing I find funny about being in the pit...there's a lot of hot sweaty guys trying to move...yet all that happens is swaying. Swaying to the point you think you'll fall over, but people are there in your way also leaned over...what a great experience. The two serial killas were dancing about, bobbing back and forth, not in unison. Twiztid were running back and forth on the small ass stage screaming every breath. They had the whole crowd into it. Twiztid sprayed water over the crowd, which fucked up my makeup. But that's all right since it was majority fucked from everyone grabbing my head while crowd surfing, another rule that was posted that was broken in the first 5 seconds. I considered crowd-surfing, as so many others did, and figured everybody would love tossing around my scrawny 165-pound bitch-ass. But after seeing 5 or 6 people get thrown to the front and tossed past the people and smash their heads on the bar separating the crowd from the stage, I decided against it. We bounced up and down to "DIEMUTHAFUCKADIE" and "Bury Me Alive." And when everyone in the crowd jumps up and down, and it's that tightly packed, you don't have much choice. You don't even have to put any effort into it, and just let everyone take you up in the air with them. It's pretty sweet. The only problem I had was that about every 5 minutes or so, someone crowd surfing would land directly on my head, crushing my spine a little. During the whole Twiztid act, the two Jason and Mike Myers characters just kind of danced in place. Seeing the one piece jumpsuits and the foam rubber masks they were wearing, I thought to myself that it sure would suck to be them, moving constantly under those hot-ass spotlights. It may have sucked but if they asked me to do it, I wouldn't hesitate to do it. I think they put on a great show, I don't know if it was better than the D.C. show, but it was without a doubt a kick-ass performance. The curtain closed and it was time for ICP to work the crowd... The curtain opened to reveal ICP's newest props. There was a moon-buggy thing in the middle which held a shit load of Diet Faygo Root Beer. Behind that was a blue space ship, and two laser cannons on the sides of the stage. The entire back wall was a space scene with blue stars and various moons and planets and that type of shit. Blue lights flooded the stage, a man in a goofy ass alien costume with suction cups things on every limb and sticking out of his stomach. A voice like the one from the Psychopathics From Outer Space CD (if you don't have it your not a fan, bitches) announced ICP's arrival. Then the music started....and in a big fucking way. The guitar chords of Chicken Huntin thundered through the club. The crowd roared and started pushing every which way and jumping up and down. Some fucker behind me landed his damn chin on the top of my head...i hope it hurt him like a bitch. First J walked out with his blonde spiky hair, and then Shaggy came out, to my suprise, he had spiked hair too. If i knew that shit I would've spiked my hair too. I'm glad I decided not to shave my head for it...I would've felt like a dumb ass then. So things started getting way, way crazy as the concert moved along. Space just kept getting tighter and tighter, and my lungs were getting smaller and smaller. My arms started to get tired as hell from holding people way too big to be crowd-surfing. During HOuse of Horrors I decided to try to get out of the pit. Man, was it a bitch to try to move. I was debating whether or not i wanted to try to crowd-surf over there, but i decided that i would just move me to the front again so i ruled that out. Some sweet looking girls were crowd-surfing and having a real problem trying to keep their tops on. I swear, it's like some these guys have never seen a tit before. Or at least in person. So i finally made it out of the pit and lit up a cigarette. I went up to the counter and bought a fruit punch Powerade to quench my horrible thirst. I drank that in about a minute and walked to the other side of the pit to watch from there and cool off a bit. I was already as soaked with Faygo as I could be, Having more people land on my head wasn't an incentive to stay in, either. So I slowly made my way to the back. I headed out of the mosh pit and stood behind Chris and Jen for what few songs were left for the concert. Then ICP announced that this would be their last song, and for the bouncers to let as many juggalo onto the stage as possible. So I thought "What the hell...." and careened for the stage. I had to climb onto a rail near the stage and then kind of jump over, but there was so much chaos going on, no one cared. So I was on stage with ICP, singing the chorus to "Pass me By!" Yes, there were about 25 people on stage, but I was front and center, baby! So there is our ICP story for this show. As a rap-up.....IT KICKED ASS!!! Sorry no pics from inside, but like we said earlier, they wouldn't let me bring it in. Well I gotta run so take care, and paint your face for the fun of it!!!

CONCERT Tuesday.....January 13th.....1998. That's the epic date of the first time Insane Clown Posse decided to bring their carnival to my side of the US. But before the concert...Me and my Ninja Companions get up early just to wait in line to get the damn tickets 2 whole months before the concert. We paint our faces like our hero's, put on our favorite shirt (mine is black COC), and cram into a 89 Mustang....a damn whimpy ass four-cylinder at that! So we get to the damn Farm Fresh where the Ticketmaster outlet was, face painted and really lookin' like a bunch of freaks...when we find out their damn Ticketmaster shit's broken!! Damn we were pissed. So we had to our asses crammed in a weak ass Mustang all the way across town to get to another damn Ticketmaster, bouncing the car to "Show Must Go On". So we finally get to the other outlet...and there's a line! But thats not the worst part...they were...what me and my friends call...FUCKERS. Trendy fuckers, people that only know ICP trough MTV joking on them from getting screwed by Disney. They don't understand ICP...what they stand for...they wouldn't paint their faces, scared of what their prep friends have to say if they see them...they just like whats cool at the time. So we wait, and wait, and wait...then after 30 minutes of us standing there holding our nuts, we get to the counter. I say, "Six tickets for Insane Clown Posse at the Abyss January 13th." She looks at us like we shot here kitty and ate it or something. So naturally i say, "What?! Never seen an ICP fan before?!" Needless to say, she wouldn't hand me the tickets like everyone before me...she put them on the counter and said, "NEXT!". What a bitch... And after 2 months of waiting for the damn concert it's finally here....it's January 13th, 1998..... ...Concert day, the time we've waited for, ICP's first time in my area. My 5 ninja's meet me at my place for the make-up and pre-concert festivities. Such as a nice cold 40 and a few puffs of smoke, if you don't know what I'm talkin about...then ask your gay lover. After we have our good buzz, we pile into the same shitty Mustang and are on our way the the concert. 45 minutes later, and a better buzz, we get to the Abyss. The Abyss is a night club, only holds about 650 people. It's got a small ass stage, a pit in the middle in front of the stage, and a standing area in a U-shape around the pit. Also has steps the lead to the second level where all the alcohol is and is also U-shaped. I remember thinking to myself..."wonder if anyone will have the balls to jump off that...?" Thats the last i thought of it and we went into the pit right in front of the stage. It was almost show time when they started play Rage Against the Machine's first album. I was like cool, we can listen to Rage and get warmed up for the first act. So the show time came around...played another song. Bullet In the Head. Alright maybe after this song....nope. Finished the whole fucking album. Then started some Guns'N'Roses shit. I was not in the mood to hear Axle Rose sing and scream. I came for I C FUCKING P!!! The crowd started chanting...ICP! ICP! ICP! Then the music cut off....the dark carnival was upon us...finally. J's voiced boomed over the speakers. Bringing his message of the carnival. He announced the first act. Myzery. They came out in their prison orange uniforms with pigs in uniforms standing close by. They did really good considering no one in the whole club knew who the hell they were. But they worked the crowd well. After their show, J announced the next act...Psycho Realm. Their DJ came out and the crowd roared when he took a hit from the bong gas mask he wore. They put on a good show too, as long as you like cypress hill you'll like them. But damnit, i came for ICP. Ans it was ICP's turn to come out... ...It was finally time. Waited so long for this very moment. Our first ICP show. No one really knew what to expect. But we had a feeling....then suddenly, strobe lights started flashing like crazy, colored lights swirling around the stage, a sudden boom of the bass, the kind you really feel in your chest. Fog rolls from under the curtain and off the stage. The curtain flies open, another shot a bass, clowns running all over the tiny ass stage. Then the music...bass in hitting harder than before as Dead Body Man kicks in. J and Shaggy come out gripping microphones, looking out in the crowd. The crowd is going fucking nuts! "Dead bodies, dead bodies all over the street" Shaggy went straight to the fridge and pulled out a 2-liter of root beer Faygo. He cracked it open and sprayed all over the friend next me. The pit was vicious, we had guys (fans?) falling on my head, girls lifting their shirts, it was fucking crazy! I LOVED IT! They ripped off their masks to reveal their painted faces and dreads. I know there are ICP fans out there that have never been to their one of their shows, and if you're reading this long ass story, you better carry your pathetic ass to a show no matter how long the drive is. Until you go, you will never understand the excitement and energy there is at their performance. But enough about that, lets talk about the show!! Their second song was Piggy Pie. And it fucking rocked! Faygo was spraying all over the place, bottles flying through the air, people getting slammed into each other...then there was my ass which got carried to the middle of the pit and fell on my damn back on the hard ass concrete floor. Next thing i knew my fat ass friend fell down next to me. I couldn't believe they picked his ass up in the first place! We decided to take a break from the pit and get out and smoke a few cigarettes. As soon as we lit up...wouldn't you know...they started playing chicken huntin'. I wish i was in front for that song but i still had a damn good time out of the pit..jumping, slamming into my friend and trying not to burn myself in to process. We were about done with our second one when Hall of Illusions came on. We were like "Fuck the cigarette!" and jumped over the railing on top of one of the sexiest girls in the whole club. i figured since that wasn't the best first impression i wouldn't waste my time with her. By the second chorus, we finally made back to the front. Good thing because after that song, it was a faygo break. 4 clowns came out, all holding a bucket of root beer. On the 5th chant of faygo, they pulled the buckets back and threw it all over the crowd. And right over my damn head. This story is long enough for you ninja's out there. I'm sure you get the idea of what the rest of the concert was like. The closure was Pass Me By and it was outright the best closing song of all time! J and Shaggy using supersoakers and 2-liters, 4 clowns using buckets or soakers. People in doctor costumes and other freaky shit throwing balloons and 2-liters....just pure craziness. Go see ICP no matter what...i saw them twice on the Melinko Tour. Only thing different the second time was it was a bigger place and there were more "real" ninja's in the place. My trips to an in-store appearance and the first date on the Jeckle Brothers Tour in DC will be coming soon....SO COME BACK!

Instore The 3rd best experience in my life...ICP was coming to VA Beach for an in-store appearance....June 4th, 1999. I spent many years checking out their web site, always clicking on the in-store dates to see if there were dates that i never heard about. But no....nothing....very disappointing. But then after The Amazing Jeckle Brothers came out, the news started to spread about them doing and in-store tour before their Jeckle Bros. tour. Naturally I almost creamed my pants. So again i checked InsaneClownPosse.com every fucking day waiting for dates to be posted. Day after day after day. Then, when i stopped caring and thought it was a fucked up joke by ICP...there it was!!!! June 4th, Planet Music, VA Beach. I hopped outta my seat and called everyone i knew (or at least liked ICP). Finally a chance to meet the Wicked Clowns that started such a phenomenon. IN PERSON!!! Time to break out the make-up again!!! Once again my fellow ninja's met at my place to do the ICP ritual. This time there was only 4 of us...to this day i can't remember where everyone else was, they weren't at college...maybe work....but anyway! It was extremely hot outside so we were debating whether to paint our faces or not. My ninja Jon (00) decided not to no matter how hard we tried to talk him into it. And my girl Jen (Pumpkin Butter....yeah, it's a weird name....gotta a problem with that??!!!) didn't because she had to go to work right after. But my juggalo Kasey (Big Dog) painted his face up in the usual J make-up. And me (just call me Mike) painted my-self up as my usual Shaggy. This time, we all agree we dont want to get in the Mustang for another 45 minute drive. But we have to take it anyway since Jen has to go straight to work. So Jon jumps into Kasey's 'Stang, and i drive my girl's car. A damn '89 Buick LeSabre, maroon color and two 12's bumping in the trunk. So it's not totally a grandma car...and now we pull up to Planet Music... ...We pull into the parking lot of a enormous music store. And sitting there on the far side of the lot is an Amazing Jeckle Brothers Tour Bus. Just sitting there. Of course we all wondered if they were in there or not. We figured probably not. We park our cars and get out and head for the line. there's only about 20 people before us. That makes it sound like there aren't any fans but it was 7 hours before it was supposed to start. I just wanted to get there early. And damn it was hot. The sidewalk was hot, and the sun was shining right on us. I'm lucky i didn't sweat too much and have my make-up run. We had to buy something ICP in order to get the wristband we need to get into the asylum. lets see, what did i buy that day....the Jack T-shirt, the Jake CD (already had Jack), the action figures, and the psychopathic running dude sticker for the back of my girl's car. It was a decent haul for one day. I came outside as the Jeckle Brothers Semi-truck was pulling up to drop off the rest of the shit to go in the asylum. I sat my skinny ass back on the pavement and just waited. And waited, and waited, and waited, and waited. Then about 30 minutes before it was time, a second Jeckle Brothers Bus pulls up and parks behind the other one. Everyone starts roaring (the line is 300+ by this time) like they're gonna walk out of that bus and come shake their hands or some shit. I just sit there, knowing they aren't on the bus, knowing that this doesn't have a chance of starting on time. What ever does? Alright, so its time and ICP is a no-show. Go figure. So the whole line just stands around chanting ICP for the next 30 minutes. Then, around the corner, a white van slowly pulls around the corner... ...The van pulls up to about the middle of the line and stops. The "care-takers" get out of the van and open the side door. They pull ICP and Twiztid out of the van and they're wearing straitjackets!!! They walk up the side of the line to the front entrance. The line is screaming and flashing pictures all over the damn place. Once they go into the store we have to wait another 5 minutes before they start letting groups of 5 go in. After another 15 minutes of waiting...it's finally time to go in!!! Me and my clowns walk and......DAMNIT!!! There's still a line waiting outside the asylum itself. We were hoping to go straight in but NO! YOU LOSE! GOOD DAY SIR! But anyway, so we stand there grippin our shit to get signed for yet another 10 minutes. Then it's our time to enter the asylum. The "guard" outside quickly tells us the rules, such as....Don't hit the glass, don't touch the other "guards" inside...you know, stupid shit. So we walk in the asylum not sure what the layout was inside. As soon as you walk in there is a man all dresses in white and he tells you to go left. J announces over a loud speaker that they have just joined WCW. Once we got to the end of the small hall, we had to do a u-turn and head back the other way down another small hall. As we took a right at the U-turn, Twiztid jumped out of the darkness and hit the glass. Ceiling lights came up and showed Jamie and Monoxide each in their own seperate glass cages. We walked down the second hall and took a left....there we saw ICP...in the flesh. The crowd before us left and we approached the 2 people that changed us in so many ways. I snapped a picture of the 2 wicked clowns. Wish it was a polaroid so i could've gotten that signed, too. i walked to J with an extended hand. He reached out shook it. He said, "What's up, brother?". So I said, "Sweatin my balls off waiting for you to sign my shit." Him and Shaggs both laughed. I handed J my shit to sign and picked up the various flyers they had on the table between them. J handed back my shit and I moved down to Shaggy. I handed him more shit and shook his hand. J and Shaggy are damn funny in person! They just keep joking on each other and shit. It was so fuckin hilarious! Well they wanted to keep the line going so said "later" and walked out the other door. People outside the asylum handed me a Redpop Faygo and the Phat or Wack? CD and i was on my way. I guess i made out pretty good. I got a picture of Shaggy from Chicago (some fuck was sellin them in the line for $10 so i was like "why the fuck not?"), signed by Shaggy, the back of the cover to my new CD by J, the J cover to AP by J, Shaggy's AP cover signed by him, the AP cover with Twiztid by both of them. That sounds good enough for me. So thats my shitty in-store story. Up next is the Jeckle Brothers Tour, and they'll be here soon for the Outer-Space Tour and I'll write about that. Until then....Murder, Murder, Murder...

Jekel Brothers Tour July 7th was the date that ICP started their new tour to promote their new release and 5th jokers cars....The Amazing Jeckle Brothers. And I'll be damned if i miss their first show. And I had no problems driving up to Washington D.C. to see it. It was only a 3 hour drive at a coasting 80 miles a hour the whole time. It was at the 930 Club...you may of recently heard of it because Rage Against the Machine just played there before they went up to NY. I wish i went to that too but i forgot....oh well. I only went with my girlfriend Jen and "Big Dog" Kasey. And no, we didnt even paint our faces :o( It was the middle of the summer, hot as hell, 3 hour drive...call me a fake fan if you will but I know that I am. We got there about 3:30 in the afternoon, parked in this crappy dirt parking lot and sat. It was damn hot outside. We were going to meet someone that we've been talking to over AOL at the concert and we decided we should get in so hopefully we would find her. We walked up to the side of the club and stood in the direct afternoon summer hot ass sun. Blazing down us. We were about 15-20 people back from the front of the line. About 5:30 our friend showed up and we met her for the first time. Good thing I had pics of her or there's no way we would've found her. So she walked up and we were like hey and hi and nice to meet you and all that friendly shit. She was pretty cool. Her name is Wendy. I'd say it was about 6:45, 45 minutes before doors open and this fat ass bouncer walks out. He's got piercings everywhere and had his ear lobes stretched so he could fit these damn rings inside of them...damn....there was a 2 inch hole in his lobes. Something I'll never do. He said that we couldn't bring any cameras in or bottles or anything else except ourselves basically. So a group of about 4 kids drop this plastic bag full of 1-liter bottles of different flavors of Faygo and start pullin them out and shakin them. They unscrew the caps and start spraying the shit all over the place. After they empty their bottles me and Big Dog Bend down and grab our own bottles. I empty my bottle on him before he even opens his. I throw my bottle down and he starts to spray all over the place. But here's the funny part....there was a motorcycle parked by the door that got sprayed by the other kids before we even touched the bottles...but this tall ass biker comes running out of the club and grabs Kasey! He's like "What the fuck are you doin mutha-fucka!? That's my fuckin bike you're sparyin that shit on you piece of shit!" And Kasey told him that he didn't spray anywhere near his fucking bike. Then the tall biker said, "How about I kick your ass right here and you won't even see the fuckin show." Then the other guys by the entrance came over and pulled him away and calmed him down. But he got on his bike and drove off pissed as hell. And of course I gave him shit calling him a pussy and shit like that. It was pretty funny though. Anyway, time for the doors to open.. ...We all walk in and immediately walk to the front by the stage. The crowd starts to crowd in behind us. The opening band was Biohazard. In me and my girlfriends opinion, they sucked. If you like them that great, but we hated them the whole time they were playing. I'm not even going to waste my time writing about their set. But the second act.....the second act.....was FUCKING GREAT!! It was my first time seeing Twiztid in concert. They were supposed to be at my second ICP concert but for some reason they were a no show which pissed me off. But they made up for it this time though. They came out dressed in black with their faces painted white, grippin their black mics. They started off the set with Rock the Dead. Which is my favorite album off their newer released album. They had the crowd jumping up and down, slamming into each other, people falling on their heads, just overall great. They played Murder Murder Murder next, followed by 2nd Hand Smoke. In the middle of that song Kasey got a boot to the head by some fucker crowd surfing. The bouncers in the front reached out and grabbed him out of the crowd and slammed his ass down on the concrete floor. Of course Kasey was like, "FUCKER!" I think the song was Blink which was great too. Then they played How Does It Feel? and closed with a kick ass song...Bury Me Alive. They put on such a kick ass show. I', looking forward to see them again soon, only a couple weeks away now....and hell yes, now its time for ICP to come out and rock the shit once again...

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