So last night, my sister & I went into Asheville to see The Misfits 30th Anniverscary Tour.
Fashion smashin first: My sister raided my wardrobe and went for a Barbarella look. Hottie! I wore a leopard print dress and 14-eye docs.
Before the Misfits went on stage, the club was piping this really awesome loungey, MIDI sounding Misfits cover CD. Reminded me of the musical stuff from Farside’s “Return of the Fly”. You know what I mean. It was really cute.
“It’s like, jazzy…swingin.. it’s fun!”
I met some metal-head guy from Kentucky who had a marine for a friend. My sister & I sort of paired off and started chatting. Nice enough guy, for sure. Kept some people off me. Too bad I didn’t have someone to keep him off me. His hand was wandering around my waist until I ran off to charge the front. Ha. kthxbye.
Anyhow, the Misfits took the stage and I just went insane. I was jumping and screaming… I guess Central Florida shows are considered rowdy because everyone here in Asheville was giving me wtf looks. Uh, didn’t they get the memo? Jerry Only was just feet away from us. I was on the border of the mosh pit the entire time; I was that annoying girl that was dancing and going all crazy and kept getting pushed into the pit. They opened with “Halloween”.
Really cool stage. See Jerry on the very right?
After each song, Jerry would just announce the next one really quickly and launch into it to keep the energy going. After a while he just gave up the announcing altogether and just played straight through. They played everything hard and fast. Eventually, I worked my way to the front eventually because it was honestly too tame in the middle. Too tame for me and I was in a fucking dress n’ boots. Ha. I honestly have no idea how long they played. Jerry did a great job singing… it was perfect.
Better, closer, warmer… Nice custom Warlock head stock too.
I Turned Into A Martian
Walk Among Us
Ghouls Night Out
Death Comes Ripping
This Island Earth
Kong At the Gates
We Are 138
Some Kinda Hate
Die Die My Darling
Teenagers From Mars
Dust to Dust
Die Monster Die
Dig Up Her Bones
Mommy, Can I Go Out and Kill Tonight?
That’s all I can really remember of that (& that’s not in order). That’s quite a set list. I make no promises for accuracy, as I was in a state of indescribable euphoria…
… & three beers buzzed.
Being smooshed against the stage does have its advantages…
For “Die Die My Darling” Jerry pulled this kid up on stage, and told everyone that the kid’s older brother brought him to the show. The kid was about 12 or 13… wearing an old Nirvana shirt. He was totally put on the spot because Jerry wanted to help sing the song, but the kid didn’t know it. Kinda pwnd.
After the show ended, I was still at the front of the stage and center, pressed against it. Jerry stayed and signed everyone’s autographs, and yes, I copped a feel of his derierre & legs a few times. The man is fuckin’ tight; totally ripped. Death comes ripping? Try Jerry & his gym come ripping. He’s actually better looking in person than in photos. The man is huge, larger than life if you will. He’s 48 & looks better than most 30 year olds… and pretty much anyone I’ve ever seen in my life.
Jerry took the time to get photos with all the lil’ fiends.
He really loves kids, you can tell.
So anyway, Jerry saw me, smiled, put his thumb in his eye makeup and marked my forehead! I asked him for a kiss on the cheek, but he scrunched his nose, shook his head a little & replied, “I got a lil’ baby girl at home, I can’t be doin’ that.” t0tally pwnd.
I stuck around longer & got my sister’s skeleton gloves signed for her boyfriend (he signed the middle finger), and a photo:
His hand is on my shoulder. His head is on my hair.
I’m never washing said hair again.
I told him, “You know, you inspired me to pick up bass when I was 13.”
“Oh, but.. you’re not 13 now are you?”
“Ha ha, nooo!”
He added, “Thank you both for coming out, you guys rock.”
“Oh yeah no problem! That was a fuckin’ awesome show, man!”
“Thanks, you know I really appreciate that!”
“Well have a great rest of the tour… stay safe!”
So with that, we left. As we were leaving the club parking lot, we got the typical “Hey Ladies, where’s the party at?”.
… I shit you not: this one girl yelled “Those are the girls that smelled really good!!” Strike three.
It was just… so surreal to meet someone who’s been such an inspiration to me. It was hands down my favorite three hours of my life so far. Just unreal. I mean, how many thousands of hours have I spent listening to the music? Mindboggling.
In all its fiendish glory…
The obligatory “I met Jerry & am wearing some of his makeup … what of it?” face.
All in all… ecstatic & in a state of disbelief.