#31 - 2011 November

By Sarah L. Myers
Editor-in-Chief
New York, USA

It's my favorite New York City bar, my favorite New York Dolls song, and now it's my favorite way to get trashed.

Greetings and salutations, loyal Trash readers! You know it’s my favorite time of year when I can douse myself in stage blood, sew black crows onto my body, and pick pieces of glitter out of my hair for weeks afterward. Halloween in NYC! This month was crazy. Read all about it…

Sebastian Bach

If you ask my best friend and sister (really my cousin, but we’re sisters, trust me) Rachel back in Indiana what our lifelong dreams were at the age of 12, one would be to marry Sebastian Bach. The other was to hang with the heavy metal guys at the mall, who sold us $5 packs of Marlboro Reds outside the arcade for, I’m guessing, beer money. To say we loved Skid Row is an understatement. We lived for rock n’ roll, and Sebastian was the focus of our affections. I covered my walls with pinups from Metal Edge magazine, bought a bootleg version of Slave to the Grind from the state fair (my mom confiscated the first one), and just knew one day I would get the chance to meet him when I was more mature, grown up, and editor of my own music magazine. Speaking to him over the phone, I finally got to ask him all of those great questions: What was it like doing “Delivering the Goods” with Rob Halford? Tell me about your tour with Pantera! I realized I wanted to know about the music and the road, not how he kept his hair so beautiful and his laced-up leather pants on his hips. I had grown up after all, though I still giggled like a schoolgirl through the whole conversation. Sebastian rocks Irving Plaza this month, so you’ll have to tune in next month for even more coverage. My favorite venue with my favorite voice in my favorite city - I’m not wearing the journalist hat for this one. The little metal head is coming out full force!

Colonel JD Wilkes

It was Irving Plaza again for my friends th’ Legendary Shack Shakers, who opened for the Damned October 22nd. It was a great night from the start. Myself, Jordi, and Ian Sorceress held down the front while the guys ripped through “Iron Lung Oompah”, “Ichabod”, and “Swampblood”, all while avoiding Colonel JD Wilkes’ body hair, which he was ripping out and throwing into the crowd. This Damned crowd was going to get dirty eventually, so his drops of spittle and sweat were just a warm up. After a few moments of watching the Damned, we headed backstage to spend the rest of the evening catching up with JD and bassist Mark Robertson. I also never knew there was a bathroom practically onstage at Irving, which provided me with yet another awkward rock n’ roll moment when I briefly opened the door on Dave Vanian. (The others? They include surprising the entire International Noise Conspiracy in their underwear). It was Groundhog Day all night - chatting with the Shack Shakers, John Nikolai snapping pictures down front, whiskey flowing, and navigating the massive staircase in heels. And if anyone is wondering what happened to Muammar Gaddafi’s wardrobe, Captain Sensible’s taking care of it…

Dan Sartain

I love New York City. I am an East Coast girl. L.A. is a blast, but I can’t drive a car and don’t love avocado with everything. I adore my home in Indiana, but start craving the city after about a week. The South on the other hand? I could last a couple of weeks as long as I have a few things - my girl Katie G, Cracker Barrel, and the endless entertainment of Dan Sartain. I headed down to Atlanta for a nice little break with Katie, my friend since our World Lit class our freshman year in high school. She says I basically pestered her into being my friend and she gave in just to shut me up. I just thought she was cool, what can I say? She rammed her gray Cougar into everything, and leveled the mouthiest, most arrogant school jock with a history book to the face. Peas in a pod. It was just like old times when we hit up our old haunt, The Masquerade, for Dan Sartain’s opening set for the Reverend Horton Heat. With Des Roar’s Ryan Spoto handling bass again, a little piece of New York was down there with me! The rest of the week was spent hunting for the best brewery in Chattanooga (it is NOT The Terminal, don’t listen to the locals), which after walking 22 blocks, was right under our noses the whole time. As usual, I was just starting to get comfortable when it was time to leave again. But in the grand tradition of my travel adventures (anyone remember the 21-hour Greyhound ride?), I was denied a trip back to NYC because of snow, and detoured to Alabama with the boys. Now my cravings have traded places and all I want to do is carve a pumpkin and sit in the den. However, Katie’s return will involve some serious Mermaid Parade debauchery!

This has been by far one of the busiest months in Trash history! With the end of 2011 just around the corner, there’s so much more to look forward to. Hank III rolls into town, Joe Coleman and Whitney Ward’s anniversary party is sure to romantic and creepy as hell, and I’m headed down to Miami for a short stay in the sun. Let’s just hope I can get back this time!

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