MEPHISTOFELES - Barely Alive! (12" LP on Black Vinyl)
Argentina | Psychedelic Droner/Rock/Stoner/Doom
Detailed Description
Written by: Gabriel Ravera This gig was completely bizarre and disastrous. First of all we arrived late to the sound checking, so we did NOT checked any sound at all. Then we bought some "molly" from a random girl that appeared in the venue. We were told not to mix that molly with anything else so we could enjoy the best out of it. After that we started snorting coke almost immediately with our lawyer. Minutes before jumping on stage, Ivan and Ismael took molly, but not me. At one point, in the middle of the set, Ivan stopped playing during the solo of "Die In Vain" and got off stage running towards the dressing room's bathroom just to get to snort some more coke out of our lawyer's dirty credit card. He then returned to the drums without even noticing that the song did not finish. That's why that song lacks from the guitar solo part... After playing we felt like shit. Ismael eyes looked like fried eggs and he later re-called to have been "snowblind". He was paranoid as well about angry mobs coming to the venue in order to boicot our show. That coked-induced paranoia locked us in an unfriendly mood... Ivan was sweating nervs as he never experienced some trip like that. He ran into the bathroom again and gifted the molly he had left to a nearby stranger. He told him "Be careful with that shit, I'm too high". The stranger from some reason convinced him that snorting MORE coke was going to keep him down to earth from the trip. So he just snorted some more from a stranger and that just made things even worse for him. A couple of guys came by me to say hi and I could not formulate any type of answers to them. I just kept staring at them while smiling and not thinking of anything. It was hard and painful to think, honestly. My brain was baked. We were too high on that shit man, we were muted. Ivan at some point just grasped the words: "Man, I don't feel Ok", and I barely answered him "alright, just tell me if you don't feel good". We were a true tribute to Ozzy Osbourne, we reached a point where each one of us were erratically talking with complete confidence about different topics that had little-to-nothing to do with what we really tried to communicate. We kept forgetting about what we said seconds ago because of the lack of concentration. It was very confusing. Overall the gig was good, better than what we thought after getting off stage. We were told that the show was going to be recorded on multitrack and we could get those for a certain amount of money for the sound engineer... we did payed him, but the guy seemed to rip us off as he charged for our set more than the rest of the bands. I still don't know why. In the end after the venue closed and was time for the bands to get their share from the tickets sold that day (That was a pretty good amount of money) we noticed that the producer of the event just escaped from the place with all the cash. None money left for the bands. The guy just disappeared and that was it. He mind-freaked us. The only earning we had from that day was selling some vinyl records out from the merch table. (You, guy who bought all the records at once, I hope you read this someway because you were the hero that day my man...)
