GWAR, Me, and the Onrushing Grip of Death: Part 30
Greetings and welcome to all the faithful fans, friends, and followers that have followed this tormented tale for 30 episodes. It’s often rushed and sometimes skipped, but writing these chronicles has proven to be a modest success thus far, at least as far as that I have not abandoned it out of laziness or frustration.
We’ll start this episode with a contest. See if you can answer the following question. Late one night, the GWAR bus hit:
1) A deer
2) The Travelocity Roaming Gnome
3) Something that emitted a hideous scream, then thrashed off into the bushes, leaving behind a puddle of steaming blood and a half-full Wendy’s small coffee, which somehow ended up perfectly placed on the bumper.
4) All of the above
Greetings and welcome to all the faithful fans, friends, and followers that have followed this tormented tale for 30 episodes. It’s often rushed and sometimes skipped, but writing these chronicles has proven to be a modest success thus far, at least as far as that I have not abandoned it out of laziness or frustration, which knowing myself as I do, was originally my biggest fear. But new concerns have replaced old ones. The column has gotten harder to write now that I am through with the pre-GWAR years of my life. It goes from being a one-man debacle to an outlandishly crafted attempt to tell the stories of many people, and how they came together (while circle-jerking into a soapdish) to make GWAR. Out of respect to them, I really want to make a decent attempt at getting the facts right. Ok, enough of that, let’s get back to the half-truths, rumors, and outright lies that make this column great!
That’s why I have brought in the services of Blobby, my long-time and stalwart Slave Pit colleague. He has always been known, in the GWAR vernacular, as “The Recorder”, the guy that serves as the repository of all things GWAR-related, from original tape spools to obscure articles. His compendium of the majority of GWAR events and timeline of all the shows has been an invaluable resource (and his ruddy cheeks are to this day a source of great amusement for me). So 30 episodes later we are still going strong — and we haven’t even got to the first album yet. I am hoping that this “Internet” is around for awhile because I am thinking I am not going to get done writing this thing anytime soon.
First, the general GWAR update. Right now we are about 1/3rd of the way through our “Bloody Tour of Horror”, messily crushing the moistest regions of America under our clawed (and flaming) hooves. Then it’s off to Australia and New Zealand to molest the minds of those dwelling in these exotic locales, despoil their livestock, and perhaps violate a hobbit. Busy, busy, but never too busy to keep up with my journalistic commitment to keep this city from being completely overwhelmed by the demented peckings of that Chris Bopst character! So let’s get on with it. Welcome to the 30th episode of…
GWAR, Me, and the Onrushing Grip of Death:
Part 30
“Once Again the Title I Thought I Was Going to Use Doesn’t Really Fit Anymore”
I stood there with the phone to my ear, scratching my balls with my removable pirate-hook. The voice at the end of the phone finally stopped talking. When it was done, we had a record deal.
It hit me! We were going to New York to record an album! This was the perfect way to get into the pants of the hot waitress that worked next door!
I skated over to the Slave Pit and then went to the pizza pub next door where the object of my lust was usually working. Confirming she was there with a surreptitious peek, I then bust into the place, run right by her (being careful to completely ignore her) and slid up to the pay phone. Here I made several phone calls to imaginary people who I loudly blabbed to about our new record deal, our exclusive producer, and how I had set up everything, all the while making sure she heard every word. Then I sat down and had a couple celebratory beers, chatting her up in the process and suggesting we hook up after work. We did, and I ended up at her apartment, where we had messy sex for at least several minutes.
“So this is what it’s like to be signed,” as thought to myself, as I rudely pawed at her undergarments. As soon as I had blown my load I realized I had yet to tell any of my band mates the good news — that we had been signed, not that I had blown my load.
“Gotta go to New York, baby,” I blurted out as I leaped out the window, barely pausing to go through her purse, denude the fridge of beer and food, and take the nicest bud out of her weed stash.
But the band was not the only entity that was getting ready to travel. At this point Techno had been gone for about a year or so. Sleazy had taken over the character of Techno-Destructo and was pretty much our lead man in the shop. As far as I knew there were no hard feelings, but I think we all were pretty disappointed Techno (oh that’s right, I said I was going to stop with the nicknames. Well, I lied…) had left us. His departure was more of a surprise than anything, and we had not let it slow us down one bit — in fact GWAR had been kicking ass with no sign at all that losing our co-founder had been a bad thing. We had rebuilt the costumes, re-tooled the band, and now we had a record to make. GWAR’s rumblings were spreading across the country, so much so that Techno began to hear them at his new job as a security guard at a Ford plant in far-off Detroit, where he would spend hours drawing the catwalks and machinery that were his new environs. If I thought his departure was a surprise, boy, was I in for a surprise when he returned!
One day I was standing on the porch of my Spine Street (better known to the world as S. Pine) abode, waiting for the Weed-Wolf to wake up and get me high, when my attention was drawn to a giant cloth and glue robot stumbling down the street. Towering over all but the biggest ghetto-palms on a pair of five-gallon bucket feet, I was confronted by the onrushing figure of Techno-Destructo, screaming at me in that “viking redneck” accent that only the co-creator of GWAR and original creator of the Slave Pit could muster.
I was astounded and amazed! I had heard vague rumors that Techno was considering returning to us, so I wasn’t completely unaware that this could happen. He was hating his job. He had come back to do some video with us and it was high-fives and dick-rubbing all around. The door was wide open for him to return, and we would welcome him…and suddenly there he was, clomping drown the street in his robot suit, ass hanging out, screaming what I could only vaguely understand as the surreal nature of what was happening drowned out everything in a wash of gurgling background noise.
Out of nowhere, Techno was back…but was that a good thing?
Next up, I swear to God I will actually write about recording our first album! But right now I have to rock the house with my dick hanging out!
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great as usual! maybe you will get to recording your first album when your done celebrating your 30th anniversary.
I like the accounts – remind me of myself a bit – but; “go through her purse, denude the fridge of beer and food, and take the nicest bud out of her weed” Why are you still such a dick at this point in the story?
Also, Gwar without Gwar-woman is missing a dimension, namely, the “sex” dimension which, let’s face it, is the most important one.
The Gwar-women MUST BE HOT though – can’t u tell Danielle to work that fat off her @ss and get back on stage?
Much as I love Danielle and the Slymenstra character and have fond memories involving fear of losing my eyebrows in the front of the pit…(really, I get hard nips and goosebumps when I hear Yig OR Sammy…)
My personal opinion, there is another female whose time has come. She hath conquered her loathing of Facebook, made tantalizing cameos on video and Crackathon alike…will we ever see her on the stage, or does a jealous intergalactic war-God keep her all to himself? Only time will tell!
In all seriousness though, thanks Dave for makin’ my day once again! Now back to staring at spreadsheets and making excuses…I mean work…
All of the above!
WHAT, you think you can just REPLACE Symenstra with a hot jizz-covered HUMAN FILTH female??!? AAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRGH!!!
Well, i guess that IS a possibility. As long as the new chick is hot and can breath fire. Sorry to see Daniella off though without a million dollar golden parachute, she was SO smokin’.
My day sounds like yours, except I look at computer programs before I make my excuses. Yes, I am a nerd.
uh, what is it that the guys in Gwar can get old and fat, near 50 years old and the women have to be 20 years younger. or get tossed by the way side. why does that strike me as not fair. isnt the crackathon girl,about 30 ? isnt dave and the rest at least 45 ? so when these guys are 10 years older and the girl is ten years older, will you throw her out and keep the guys still, after all it doesnt matter that they are all fat and old? gwar is no different then any rock band, its the same sexism that ever was.
I think we have different definitions of what a ‘ hot woman’ is ,Paul. Danielle, hot ?? and I dont miss Slymie hymie on stage with that fire act that probably burned everyone. She should join the circus or something. oh wait. She did!
I just finished a run through these articles and was delighted to get the real story, or at least something close.
When I first heard GWAR, I thought y’all were a bunch of sociopathic outcasts. Years later, I started hearing that you were all college artfags. Now, I realize that the truth is somewhere in-between.
Either way, sounds like you’ve had (and are having) an exciting ride!
No, they are college art fags.
I wouldn’t say Slymie was set aside, she CHOSE to step down and do other things. And that is her right! At least (unlike SOME former GWARriors) she doesn’t whine about how the band went directions she doesn’t like after she took her ball and went home.
Not implying that Necrotika (sp?) could precisely replace her, just that if another female has a shot at joining GWAR onstage, I wager she’d be the one and I’d cheer her on. She’d be bringing something new to the party, not filling in for those who came before.
And the age difference between her and Brockie is *ahem* none of my business–but I’d guess her younger than 30.
life isn’t fair,
I totally stand by that Daniella was HOT position, she had the FINEST behind & did these great fire tricks. I don’t have time to sort thru the various youtube video’s for the, umm, proof, but she was sure was a “smokin'” chick to me.
I think the missing sex appeal really hurts the band. Better issue the disclaimer first…I’m not worthy to gather up the crumbs under thy table. My place is digging a trench with my nose in the dirt with Oderus ……. up my …… (a line from the show). That said;
I saw GWAR in Montreal about 20 years ago & it remains one of my favorite shows of all time. It was HILARIOUS, a band kinda pretending to be heavy metal, but really it was more of a theatre act. Sure, there were some people slamming, but even they knew it was a bit of a gag. A dinosaur came out near the end, ate the guiter player & the show was over. At some points, they weren’t even touching their instruments, point being, it wasn’t serious heavy metal, it was fun. I’ll never forget the GREAT time I had. Sure maybe I was high (OK definately I was), but, it was wild & I remember it fondly.
Fast forward to today. It seems like GWAR is kinda caught between fun & serious. I urge the band to keep the comedic & sex aspects of the show front & center. I love heavy metal, but, I won’t come looking to a cartoon band for a serious dose of it. I want monsters, blood, fire, sex and above all a laugh. Make the show more theater & less “concert” is my advice. The college art fag thing…it WORKS, keep the heavy music (don’t loose that!!) but this is cartoon heavy metal, not serious heavy metal. Put a hot girl out there & keep it funny.
One of the best shows I have ever seen was Gwar at the Metro *I think that was its name at that time it was after it was rockitz* it was “destroy all monsters” or something along those lines. That was one amazing show. I remember stuff from that show its one huge blur of feedback and blood: Gor Gor getting hung up in the celing tiles; Cardinal Syn falling thru the drums; I think Geraldo ended up wrapped up in the paper wall backdrop and pitched into the crowd but that may be from another one… It shares a high water mark with the flood zone show where Dave’s costume kept falling apart and the show ended with him in a towel and most of the band half out of costume.
They set the standard….. my standards are low. :D
I miss slymie and Sexy, you have to admit that they are almost the symbol of gwar when they were “the” 90s but gwar is doing good there new album Bloody Pit of Horror is a lot like violence has arrived (one of there best albums ^_^).