Infected Mushroom

No, Infected Mushroom is not an STD. They're a band. From Israel. Crazy, angry, Jew techno. Incredible.

Friday night, I went to axis right after work, planning to see Infected Mushroom.

Sold out.

My friend Nicole, working inside, said they would be releasing about 200 tickets at 10 PM, so we stayed in line. We were maybe 15-20 people back from the front of the line, so we figured we were safe. No worries. 10 PM rolled around, still "sold out". Apparently, they thought fewer people on the guest list/will call would actually show up.

So, we waited.

And waited...

At 11:45, we left. We decided to just give up and go home; we missed the concert, oh well. Next time, buy tickets in advance (though it wasn't really that easy, because I was PISSED).

5 minutes after we left, Nicole text messaged me saying they were FINALLY selling tickets. The price was now $30 (up from $15) and going up every few minutes. We rushed back, got in line, and were told to wait. They requested the miniature, purple tickets they had given us to hold our place in line -- we had thrown them out when we left out of frustration (plus, we figured they were useless, and they had only given them to us to get us to vacate the front of the building).

After pleading with the bouncer, who remembered us from earlier in the evening, Barone, Steve and myself got let in. We were the last 3 people allowed into the bulding. We walked up to the ticket window, and who was there? Nicole. She gave us free tickets.

We were finally inside, a bit disoriented, loud house music playing on the PA; we made our way near the stage. We had arrived just in time to see Infected Mushroom take the stage for their first song (drummer, keyboard/synth guy, metal guitarist who looked like Slash from GNR, and bald-headed, crazy, lead singer who looked like Shrek (only white, not green)).

Not only did we get in for free, but we missed NOTHING (except opening local DJs). IM played from 12:15 until 2:00 AM, assaulting my eardrums with angry Jew trance. What was going on in the crowd, I cannot even describe. I wish my pictures turned out alright, but, alas, they are garbage.

I danced my face off, completely sober, and sweat through everything I was wearing (though it was so hot and we were packed in so tight, it was probably sweat from not only myself but every other attendee surrounding me).

Here's the song they opened the night with (though live it's way more intense [the lyrics are ridiculous]):



When the show got out, my ears were ringing. They were still ringing Saturday at work. I didn't regain my hearing until Sunday afternoon. For awhile, I was legitimately frightened that I had permanently lost my hearing. It was quite scary.

Speaking of Sunday, the Lions won. 1-0. Undefeated. Keep it up.

Tonight was Old Man Rusteika's 21st birthday (and Lucy's 20th birthday). Tim was HAMMERED drunk (and so was Lucy [good luck to her at work tomorrow morning]). That pretty much wraps things up.

I'm drunk.

Until next time, farewell.