World Inferno — Amityville II: The Possession
World Inferno’s second show of the year at Amityville Music Hall was my second show of the day after the New York Harmonics show. I was day-drinking so I was already kinda drunk before I even headed to Long Island.
Me to Angelina on a random street corner: “I just stopped on a random corner cuz I recognized a song playing. This is Lindsay drunk in Manhattan coming at ya live.”
It was The Descendents’ “I’m the One” btw
Eventually I got to Penn Station and took the LIRR to Amityville. I was v nauseous trying to face backwards with my eyes closed on the train while drunk, so I had to switch seats. Then I had to pee and eat fried rice at a Chinese restaurant across the street from the venue before I went in to try to sober up and stop feeling sick. I felt a LOT less buzzed by the time I finally went in the venue.
The openers were Vic Thrill, Jones Crusher, and Samarai Pizza Cats. I missed Vic Thrill, but caught part of Jones Crusher’s set. Dallow played “She Spotted a UFO” on theremin with them, and tbh that is the COOLEST instrument, what the heck.
Samarai Pizza Cats were a lot of fun. Honestly any band with a brass section that rocks out when they aren’t playing is cool in my book.
Before Inferno came on, their manager Cashman came to talk to me. Apparently I was the only person from NYC there. There were a few other people I knew there, but Dominick is from Boston and Tina is from Idaho. No one else I knew was there. So I was the only NYC person who wasn’t in the band. He also said he’d probably grab me to dance.
There was one guy like interpretive dancing on his own and apparently someone made fun of him for it? So Cashman grabbed him to dance and let him lead, and he attempted to follow. That was cute.
He also danced with a birthday girl some, but he danced with me a LOT. He seemed to be very impressed with my dancing abilities so he kept stealing me for more.
My stamina is not at all what it once was. Between getting older, and out of shape, and the fires in California, and the mold in my apartment in Brooklyn, I can tell how unhappy my friggin lungs are. I had to take so many breaks, but I wanted to keep dancing!
Brother of the Mayor of Bridgewater
Me vs Angry Mob
Bad Penny Blue
M is for Morphine
Freedom is a Wilderness
I Wouldn’t Wanna Live in a World Without Grudges
Three Parts WTF
Jerusalem Boys
I’ll Be Your Alibi
Citizen of Jazz
Jeffrey Lee
A Night in the Woods
Cats Are Not Lucky Creatures
Addicted to Bad Ideas
The Models and the Mannequins
Zen and the Art of Breaking Everything in this Room
The new songs are starting to grow on me, finally.
There was no pyramid for “Me v Angry Mob” just like the last time at this venue.
Cashman must’ve danced with me for like four songs? At least? The best was during “The Models and the Mannequins.” He grabbed me and took me to the area in front of the bar and fucking GALLOPED with me after the explosion part toward the end. It was the coolest thing ever. We were going so fast that we almost crashed into some girl at one point though. Whoops.
He also asked me to help him start up/teach scene swing dance classes. He kept telling people how amazing I was and I’m just like “Yeah I was doing the Charleston before I could skank.”
I am very stoked about this potential opportunity. I used to joke about teaching COTF how to swing dance in the pit at shows, but that never happened. This probably could, and next year starts the 20s again anyway.
Before “Cats Are Not Lucky Creatures,” they sang “Kick a Cat” to the tune of “Christmas Time in the City.” Beautiful. Honestly I think went harder for “Cats” at this show than I ever have before.
Before “Grudges”:
Jack: “Think of someone you hate, who you’d punch as soon as you see them.”
Dude: “Can I spit on them?”
Me: “After you punch them.”
It was a very fun show, one of the best, even though I was there sans my normal crew.
Apparently it was the 20th anniversary of a girl’s Sweet 16 (36th birthday) and Dallow’s band played her Sweet 16, so now Inferno’s playing her 36th. She had cake after the show and they ran out of forks, so Cashman put two straws in my hands and told me to use them as chopsticks. It worked surprisingly well and a few people watched me incredulously, including the birthday girl who for some reason thought I just legit had chopsticks on me for no reason???
After cake, I was getting ready to head out, and then Cashman told me there’s room in his car heading to Manhattan, so I purposely missed the last LIRR train home.
I hung out outside the venue with a guy named Gedes who apparently drives Jack around, cuz Jack doesn’t drive. He told me he’s lived with both Cashman in a punk house and Jack at his parents house. He has a lot of stories about Jack getting in trouble. One about having two warrants out at the same time LOL WHOOPS
Before we got in the car, Cashman and Gina decided we needed rumchatas at the bar next door first. I had a very sweet heart to heart with Gina at the bar about growing up and trash men and standing up for yourself and following you dreams.
She was all “Lindsay sweetheart!” and acted like she knew who I was even though we’d never really talked before, and she said she was afraid of how I’d react because of how everything went down with Sandra. I hugged her and told her the truth: it does make me kinda uncomfortable because I loved Sandra, but it’s not Gina’s fault, and it’s very possible to love them both.
She also told me all I need to do to play guitar is learn the A, D, and G chords, and practice looking cool. That’s all that matters.
She bought me and another girl Zina two rumchatas each with Jack’s money.
“I’m independent. Jack, can I have some money to buy my friends drinks?”
She told me she’s a dog walker, and talked about how serious she is about dog walking. She told me about a woman who she walked for let her move in with her for cheap until she got back on her feet, which was a very sweet story.
Jack was very concerned she lost his credit card.
“Honey, without my card, we have no money.”
I told him like five times she gave it to the bartender.
Me during the entire bar adventure lasting well into the night: “I have work at 8am.”
I also caught Jack and Gina dancing which was VERY cute. They’re adorable, I love them.
Gina and I both KNOCKED TF out on the car ride into Manhattan and apparently I missed Jack telling a bunch of crazy stories. Dammit, I goofed.
When Jack got out of the car, he apologized to me for not speaking to me more. Gah!
By the time we got into Manhattan, it was already 3:30am, so Cashman offered to let me crash at his punk house instead. He told me he squatted there with 15 friends and then they bought the building for one dollar. The heck?!?!? In the Lower East Side. THE HECK?!?!
What a wild night. What the heck.
