Hell, I've done scrounged around for photos.
One of our earlier drum sets and Izzy.
Back when I could jump up, land on my knees, roll around on the ground, get tangled in the mic cord, get kicked in the face, and girls thought it was hot AF. This photo could have been taken anywhere. Probably around 2005. I do know that this was taken during some ridiculously bombastic Swans-esque industrial cover of Britney's "Slave 4 U". I remember a guy from the opening band getting completely naked and playing that sawblade contraption pictured above while his tally whacker slung all around at some long gone sh*thole in Johnson City during some rendition of that tune.
(I had a belt on earlier that night.)
Very old photo. 2003, maybe? I remember this "gig". It was somewhere out in the asshole of Gaston County, in a tool shed behind a house off Marietta. It was at a host from Gaston College's radio station, and was his joint birthday party with his 10 year old daughter's. They had a burn barrel outside and the drummer and my girlfriend taped 5 or 6 spraypaint cans together and tossed them in. Surprisingly, the resultant explosion didn't get us expelled.
What did happen, is towards the end of the night, a dude that looked every bit like Richie Blackmore showed up in a purple sequin jacket, plugged right into the second port of my amp and proceed to play noodly assed Deep Purple style solos over top of our purely rhythmic, atonal, amelodic squall while I bellowed phrases like "Screaming flowers dying" and "clean your cut out with a wire brush". It all came very effortlessly, just like the cops did, eventually.
Not much to this photo, but I've always liked it. This was the final permutation of the band, when we had moved into full on punk rock electro goth funk dub, or whatever you would have called that nonsense we were doing. I wish I still had that shirt.
