I never really been to a real Punk rock show before last night, and I was told The spits were the band to go see in Seattle for the true experience.
It was around midnight when Dan and I rolled up to Chop Suey all amped off kicking it with Eric sermon and faded from the free drinks at the studio and ready to go see a good show when the bar doors fly open and two guys are carrying a unconscious punker who is bleeding from a gash in his head, security lays him on the curb right in front of me and starts dowsing him in water until he wakes up pumped and trying to get back inside soaked in blood and bottled water..it was fucking hillarious and crazy. the show kicked ass and people were digging it. The night ended with a jack in the box trip at 3 AM, good shit.
the spits
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