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Real Name: Ryan Calvert Nicknames: Coffee, CoffeeMan, FuzzFace, Bootsy, SailorRidley Email addy: Sailcage@aol.com Country/Location: Marietta, GA, USA Age: 26 Occupation: CSR for IBM Hobbies: Reading, writing, music, watching films, home movies, reconstructing the audio track on video w/ obnoxious screenplays of my friends and I or misc. noise collages Fave Dave Song: Then She Did/Three Days/1% Dream: I don't really dream of him. I've been a fan since the days his afro was still alive- somewhere in the "Nothing's Shocking"- period of Jane's Addiction. And hey- I was the only person at my local record store picking up Deconstruction the day it came out. The last time I saw Dave was at the Janes Relapse show in Atlanta. During one of my favorite songs in the world (which I had waited for years to see played live- I was in the midst of a tidal wave of pummeling bones in the pit. The closer to the stage you were- the worse off you'd be because that meant that many more rows of skinbags smashing your body to sandwich with those in front of you. My head was in some girls ass and I could not break loose until 3 people knocked me to the ground. This lasted throughout the duration of "Then She Did" and 1/2 of the next song. Why the hell were they "moshing" to "Then She Did" anyway. I was almost suffocated and young girls were passing out all around me- form the heat-intensity-violence going on. I finally got someone to pick me up and I was thrown over the pit gate- and all I see is Perry's mascara-laced eyes wide with a wicked smile on his face. Perry was getting off on it. The guards tried to throw me out and I told them I couldn't breathe- so I had to stand by the stage. They let me back into the crowd and I'm safe- so relieved to breathe again. And what do I do? Three Days comes on and I threw myself right back into that former hell. Perry started asking if anyone who was suffering needed help. I should have said yes- but the music made me say no. I had to stick it out. And it shouldn't have been any other way now that I reflect back. Oh- and this wasn't a dream.. |
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