September 9, 2012 by Flapsandwich
it was a strange night. i was almost deafened by the sounds that pounded my head relentlessly via the home made 10k monitors from local legend, Carrot. the place shook. the vibe was weird. some people were dancing and loving it. some folk tried to dance on stage and were dragged off by shouting women!! then people we knew suddenly decided to start shouting abuse at us.. including good friends declaring that we are flogging a dead horse. and other people we knew shouting at us calling us cunts for not looking after them now they have moved to cardiff.
I was hassled on stage relentlessly which is one of my pet hates. and at one point threw someone across the stage with all my strength. People were falling all over the amps and monitors and drinks spilled all over the stage. The gig was weird as fuck….. and a total ball ache…. there was plenty of sick and a few fights as usual and some cunt physically harrassed the filths misses.
And then cue a power cut that left the whole place in darkness and everyone screaming!!!
This fucked the performance…. after 10 minutes it came back and then another!!! we played for about 2 minutes and then……
after the third we packed up our shit and left the darkened sweaty room . The rest of the night carried on without any problems and Audiohertz smashed it.
It was a weird old night and i headed off in the rain with a miserable Johnny Nocash and a snoring Dr Conker in the back….. Me and Tommy Tank up front chatted all the way back to cardiff.
I was totally spun out feeling totally disconnected to anyone in the Quarry that night…. and was glad to be the fuck out of there.
then, just this morning i recieved an email and this is what it read,
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Cheers, Flaps. x
To the band, Sicknote:
What you experienced in the Quarry on September 1st were powercuts and a break in the power behind your performance. I am a disciple of Jesus Christ. I was told during a prayer to God to specifically to lay my hand on the wall outside of the quarry that evening. I did not know it, but as soon as I prayed 100m away from the building, the power cut inside the quarry. It cut a further 2 times in prayer before I lay my hand on the wall and felt a light appear that separated your band from the audience, and then an angel of the Lord appeared and did something that stopped the performance.
As a disciple of Jesus Christ, I command your band members to repent and turn your face to God, the one who will judge you after you die. Your current master will only lead you to your own destruction, into the lake of fire and burning sulphur. Jesus Christ is the only way you can save yourself and live.
(i have hidden the identity of the sender in case he does not want to be identified)