The Dead Like Dallas show had to get moved to a new location this past Thursday. Z agreed to have it in his basement and I worked the door. Which means I stood at the back door, stamped hands, and collected money from punks and people who like melodic hardcore. I passed them through the door and closed it behind them. They walked through a long narrow hallway down the stairs into a tiny basement filled with unholy noise, red lights, and a teeming, sweating, thrashing mass of people.
Later I couldn't shake the feeling that I was Cerberus that night.
"Cerberus - Cerberos - Kerberos
Three Headed Hound of Hades
The three-headed, serpent-tailed dog Cerberus [...]
Cerberus was a fierce, pitiless, flesh-eating watchdog, stationed by the River Styx, from which post he would keep the living from entering the land of the dead. Even the gods feared Cerberus...."
from http://ancienthistory.about.com/library/bl/bl_cerberus.htm
An idiosyncratic and non sequitorial examination of the contents of one head.
Wednesday, April 28, 2004
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