RFTC RIP

As I have been immersing myself in Head of Femur's delightful album Hysterical Stars, I've noticed that the band has songs that remind me of my "checkered" past. That's right, skanking bitch. Laugh it up furball, but those were days that were footloose and fancy free, and extremely short-lived. Along the same lines, I received news today that the rock champions of my youth have plans to call it quits. My knees now hurt after 20 minutes of standing at a show, but back in the day I was spry. I could dance. I could dance, but didn't... at least not well. In any case, the crazy legs, the handfuls of pomade and the cigarette reeking bowling shirts can be attributed to the fact that I was gigantic Rocket From the Crypt fan.



I still am. Months after John Reis' other band Hot Snakes called it quits and the reissuing of major label debut album Circa: Now!, RFTC hangs up the gloves, those sparkly tiger design gloves, and puts to rest one of the most exciting and awesome live shows in the history of rock and roll.

Their last show is to take place on Halloween at the Westin Horton Plaza Grand Ballroom in San Diego. As a person who barely stands walking to the fridge to get a beer, even I am considering a trek down south to see those sweaty but suave greasers one more time.



I never got the famed RFTC tattoo for many reasons (mainly I am huge sissy), but it could be time to pay my respects the hard way, even without the benefit of seeing free shows. I'm that sad and proud. (Wearers of the RFTC tattoo: if you want to get into this final show, you must RSVP to speedosarmy@hotmail.com by October 1!)

Rocket From the Crypt: http://www.rftc.com