This is one of those shows where every band kicked some heavy ass, and for some incomprehensible reason, there were not many people in attendance. Hector of Spider kindly put me and my best friend, and ever-present companion Cathy on the guest list, so there I was, frantically navigating the 605 Freeway at 80 MPH trying to get there on time. “Damn! It’s 8:45 and Spider is on stage!” I said aloud as I used my skateboarder skills to foolishly weave around traffic. Fortunately for us, Spider pushed the time forward a bit, probably anticipating my late arrival, or perhaps it was to see if more people would show up. When I finally entered the venue, Spider had just started their set, and there were only about 35 people inside with about 15 onlookers paying proper attention. Of course, I went an...
