- "Have you ever been to one of those concerts that
just leaves a lasting impression on every part of you.
That is, your mind, body, and wallet? The Static Show on
the twelfth was one of the greatest concert experiences
that one can have for $0.
- The opening act was KGB, or Killers Gone Bad. It
consisted of Mike Reddy and Dave Salcido(me), and lasted
for 15 minutes. I have to say that our act was ok. I
mean, considering the fact that I can't play a guitar
worth a shit and Mike can't sing(he had some jammin'
lyrics), I 'd say we did well enough. The crowd didn't
leave, and some people actually liked it: the high
opening band was "No More Sad Films", who played
for an hour and a half non-stop. Their act was superb,
and was relatively spotless. The poppy music they had for
us was really, really loud, but it held everybody over
until the real show started. That's not to steal any of
their glory; they were awesome. But, the crowd was there
to see the one and only STATIC PROBE PIONEERS!
- Joe Ravita, a writer for the school newspaper even
made an appearence to see the men behind the static.
Special thanks to Joe: Thanks, Joe.
- When the Static took the stage, it was like the
beginning of a new era. The crowd actually shut up and
payed attention to the two super-rockers on stage. Joe
and Gregg spent a few minutes preparing the sound system,
if that's what you call it, and then they signalled me to
hit the lights. On that cue, I flipped the switch and the
other backstage guys ran into the room with silly string
and four garbage bags full of balloons. Absolute chaos
broke loose! The Static hadn't even gotten past the first
few notes of "Static is
Radical" when everything but the kitchen sink was tossed
up on stage, into the crowd, or up into the air to kick
off the festivities. I put on my own personal costume, a
box w/holes cut in it, gloves, goggles, and a forty-niner
jacket and jumped into the action. Rob, one of the
roadies/crowdies, was the man behind most of the chaos,
and probably behind the end of the concert itself. In the
middle of the rampage, and "Chattanooga", my personal
favorite of the night, he cracked the popcorn bowl. When
the owner of the venue found out, Joe's mom, the concert
was cut short. In the end, no one wanted to leave. As
with all concerts, there were police cars and
contreversy. The Static produced an electricity that
attracted the forces of good and evil to the concert,
even Justin Short, who shot at us. Thanks, Justin!
- Overall, it was a powerful demostration of what
independent music can be. There was teenage angst, 20-yr
old melodiosness, and middle aged tiredness. I know that
everyone who went into the 16x8 ft room came out sweating
and with at least a little bit of silly string in their
hair. The clean up job was a bitch. I should know, I
cleaned up. But, that was just part of the show. So, I'd
like to publicly say thanx to Static for letting me clean
up; for free!
- The show was great; I had a great time; so did
everyone else. And, on an end note, being an
officially drug-free concert, one of the concert
goers could be heard to yell, "Get out of here, you coke
head!" I think that was a metaphor for, "I really liked
- -Dave Salcido '97
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