This is the true story of a show my band (Douglas Leader [1])
played a few weeks ago.
Our first hint of impending madness was when someone said the septic
tank had broken and we weren't allowed to
use the toilet. Then some girls moved their tents off the lawn because it
was starting to smell. Then the ground above the septic tank grew damp.
"That's not sewage," I said of the dampness. "That's just dew." To
illustrate, I ran my hands through the moisture and smelled them. Okay, so
they smelled a bit. Okay, so perhaps I just ran my hands through raw
sewage.
That's not as gross as Pat and Joe, who danced and sang and jumped about in
raw sewage for the next two and a half hours.
The stage at FWebstock 2001 consisted of platform of old splintering
wood
on the grass in front of the porch. The drums were set up on the platform,
Pat and Joe in front of the makeshift stage and the horns safely off to the
side. As it became apparent that a river was running through it, someone
put planks on the ground. The planks squished into the lawn. During the
show, chunks migrated up and oozed from under the planks.
The grass in front of the stage became spongy and gelatinous and
percolated
around us. But we played on, for our job is to rock. And although we could
plainly smell what the rock was cooking, we weren't going to let mere
gallons of feces
get in our way.
Like Dave? He's featured in The Journal of Ass Production [3]!
-- Dave [2]
Joe and Jeff of Douglas Leader [4] check out what lies beneath after perfoming directly above a leaky septic tank.
