But what was it that attracted this rarely-seen subculture of serious rockabilly/punkabilly/psychobilly fans? It was not the Livers, but rather the headliner, Three Bad Jacks, all the way from California and rumored to have some connection with the Ramones, a band that took the stage promising to play "faster than you've ever heard before" and then literally set the place on fire. Here's a look:
This is the Livers' song about anal sex, with a shirtless drummer.
This girl, whose wrist tattoo (perhaps?) reads "Sweet," was not too sweet with the boys, but she did know all the words to the anal sex song, which makes us think she's probably a pretty interesting person. Her boyfriend was one of the Damn Young Livers, and he later gave Richard a nice sticker promoting the band and explained that they were touring most of the region's rockabilly-friendly venues, with the notable exception of Knuckleheads, from which they are permanently banned.
And here is a stage-fire set by Three Bad Jacks. Why don't more acts light fires during their performances? (come on, Cl.thier! wouldn't it liven up that James' song a bit..."This bed is on fire / with passionate love!").
It's been a long time since we checked in with the LJ-World's weekly "lifestyle magazine" called Go, but they certainly continue to do fine work. This week's cover story is called "Window Shoppers: Meet Some of Downtown Lawrence's Most Beloved Pets," and it's especially fascinating in case you've ever wanted to know more about that lazy-ass dog at Kring's Interiors (his favorite spot is by the candy machine!) or those three wacky Love Garden kitties ("they have epic wrestling matches every night").
This is Love Garden's Mickey Roy:
Chip: "Don't let this cute picture fool you. These fuckers are trained to scratch your eyes out if you attempt to purchase anything less than 'hip.' I still have three stitches from when I tried to buy some John Mayer on vinyl."