Our basic freedoms, man…
This weekend was Paddle Fish Days in Madison Lake (where Heather’s parents live). I don’t know why they call it that, because there didn’t seem to be much paddling. I do know they have a fish-kissing competition.
On to the important stuff - we skipped pretty much everything and went straight to the beer garden/band concert thingy. We dragged Luke and Kyle
along, and met some people we knew there also. That’ll happen in a small town. The locals were complaining that beers cost $3.
This band called IV Play
was playing a bunch of cover tunes - your standard G&R, AC/DC, whatnot - they weren’t completely untalented. Eventually, after some beverages passed, they started playing some more… motivating music. Some Manson. Some Rage. Kyle and I decided to go up front (where nobody had yet begun acting appropriately in response to these tunes) and shake things up a bit. Well, big local D-bag decided he didn’t like these antics, and after a song or three made the decision to remove yours truly from the show. We waltzed to the edge of the crowd, at which point I assertively disentangled myself from him (injuring myself in the process - a very deep cut indeed)
and made my way back up to the front for the end of “Killing in the name of,” and further celebration of my basic freedoms along with the other dozen or so people that had awakened to the example of our righteous behavior.
The shocking thing is that I experienced more anger and violence at this tiny hillbilly cover band street festival than I did at the Manson and BOTH Rage shows I went to last year, combined! Even the band was like “don’t kill each other guys” - I mean seriously - who plays Manson and Rage and then tells the crowd to stop throwing a few friendly elbows… Buncha amateurs…
Here’s a link to album with all the pics (just a few more):











I figured out they call it Paddlefish Days because there is such a thing as a “Paddle fish” which they used to have in the lake here but don’t anymore, due to farming chemicals or global warming or some crap.