Infectshawn

"Bop Pills"-The Cramps

I woke up last and thought I was going to die (oh sad}
I woke up last and thought I was going to die (oh sad)
My doctor came a runnin' and my family stood by. (Well now 'said)

He left three Bop Pills for ten, two and four (3 bop pills)
He left three Bop Pills for ten, two and four (3 bop pills)
And man when they hit me, I landed in the middle of the floor. (oh say)

CHORUS
And I bopped and rocked and rolled like I never had before
And I bopped and rocked and rolled on every inch of that floor
Yeah, B-O-P, bop, Well P-I-L-L-S BOP PILLS!

(Lead Break)

I went to see old doc and I couldn't get near his shack (oh loaded, man}
I went to see old doc and I couldn't get near his shack (yeah sad)
They were creeping through the front door and boppin round all out the back. (I'm tellin ya)

I waited 8 long hours just to knock upon his door
I waited 8 long hours just to knock upon his door
I came to pay my bill brought money for a hundred more. (say)

CHORUS
And I bopped and rocked and rolled like I never had before
And I bopped and rocked and rolled on every inch of that floor
Yeah, B-O-P, bop, Say P-I-L-L-S BOP PILLS!


I need some Bop Pills. I'm sick as Hell. I started feeling a bit on the poopy side Friday night at The QKF gig in Long Island. I knew something bad was coming on, because I only drank two beers, and didn't even touch my flask full of bourbon. When I don't feel like drinking, trouble is surely on it's way.

I had to get up early Saturday to play a Poker Run/Fundraiser for the North East Rottweiler Rescue and Referral at The Harley dealership in Hope with Menthol Box. That was a strange gig. We set up on a big ol' flatbed. It was the first time the full line-up had done a whole show together in months. There were plenty of hot biker chicks to stare at, and the New Jersey Dirty Dames Roller Derby gals were there, as well. Hooray for eye candy! I was still feeling unwell (especially considering I had only gotten a few hours sleep the previous night), but a hot roast beef sammich and some Leafy Greens helped to get me back in the game.

The best part (for me) was during our rendition of "Escape From The Prison Planet." We were supposed to stick with Classic Rock for the whole show, but we were feeling saucy, and decided to blast out some CLUTCH. Most of the crowd was bewildered. The Dirty Dames dug it, as did Beetlejuice. Yup, that little freak was there signing autographs and whatnot (Ten dollars to get your picture taken with him! Ten dollars! Fuck that shit.). During the tune, his assistant/handler walked up to the stage (okay, flatbed), grinned, nodded, and flashed The Horns. I looked past him, and saw Beetlejuice ("Boot to the 'juice!") bopping his misshapen head to CLUTCH. Surreal.

After the gig it was Nap Time for me. I felt like several kinds of ass, but I was determined to go out Saturday night. DeanO's band, Section Three, was scheduled to play at The BAG, and I haven't seen those cats in a while. Much to my surprise, Section Three couldn't play the gig, so DeanO got The Buffalo Project back together to fill in. It was cool seeing Jake and Keyboard Bob again (it was less cool seeing Alan, because I had just seen him Thursday night, and also because he's Alan). There was much drinking and carrying on. Trout and I got up and played "Love Song" and "Five to One" with the band. The Sloppy Drunk versions of said songs.

[As an aside: Jake told me at one point that he sometimes reads this very blog, and that my writing reminded him of Hunter Thompson. That's cool. I've never really read much of his work, but I am certainly flattered. Now I feel compelled to check out some of Hunter's stuff, to see if there are similarities in our styles. As if I have a "style." I suppose I do, but I never really think about it. Still, it's a Hell of a compliment to be compared to Hunter Thompson, and I thanked Jake for it. Then we drank even more.]

We headed up to Johnnie's to meet up with Char, Amanders, and a few others, and to abuse the brand-new Internet Jukebox. Every bar seems to be getting those lately (Side Door included) in an effort to stem the ebbing tide of customers since the smoking ban went into effect. I love putting in ten dollars worth of Mr. Bungle, and then sitting back to watch the expressions on the patron's faces while they squirm through the audio assault that is the average Bungle tune.

We closed out Johnnie's and headed back to The BAG to drink after-hours. The Buffalo guys were still there, as were several drunk chicks who decided their shirts were a bit too restrictive, and promptly removed them. Hooray for boobies! I don't quite recall what time it was when I left the bar, nor do I remember the details of the drive home. All I know is, I stayed up waaaay too late, and drank waaay too much, because I felt like Death on Sunday.

My cold/flu/fever/monkey pox/whatever was even worse Sunday morning. I wonder why. I bowed out of going to dinner with family for Mother's Day. I didn't want to spread my cooties, especially not to my niece. She's only a year-and-a-half old, and I wouldn't want to pass along my Super Flu to the innocent.

Instead, I stayed home and watched Dimevision. That's the DVD that was released last week of Dimebag Darrell playing, partying, and generally behaving like the crazy sumbitch we all came to know and love. I had finally gotten to watch the VH1 Behind the Music-Pantera special on Saturday night, and I'll be damned if I didn't cry towards the end where they went into Dime's murder. Remember, Dennis and I had been hanging out and partying with Dime just a few days before he was killed. I blogged about it (it's in the archives-Dec 2004). I had to go to the Mall (the accursed Mall) on Sunday to get a gift for me Mum, so I picked up the Dimevision DVD. I figured the best way to honor Dime was to indulge in some Leafy Greens and drink Blacktooth Grins (either Seagram's 7 or Crown Royal with a splash of Coke- I opted for the Seagram's) while watching the DVD.

Dimevision rocked. There was plenty of footage of him playing live, some of it going back to the mid-'80's. There were also tons of nutty shenanigans, as usual. I got a bit choked up towards the end, when it turned into a memorial/tribute thing. I'm not ashamed to admit it-I cried two nights in a row over Dimebag Darrell. That's fucked up.

So, yeah, Dimevision, then The Sopranos, then Adult Swim, then unconsciousness. In retaliation for me not taking it the least bit easy this weekend (considering I was ill, and should've been resting), my body decided to declare All Out War on itself this morning. Sinus pressure, coughing, sneezing, cramps, fever, you name it- I had it. I called out of work, swallowed a bunch of Advil Cold and Sinus pills (I was all out of Bop Pills) and slept for a total of thirteen hours. I feel a bit better now, and I should stay in tonight, like a Good Boy. I just might.


But I doubt it.