Note: Homemade ticket #2!
By the time this show rolled around, I had already been a card-carrying member of the My Life with the Thrill Kill Kult fan club, been turned off by their descent into kitschy disco, and then been re-interested in seeing them live in a kind of ironic "let's go see how shitty Thrill Kill Kult is" kind of way. Honestly, when I was 14 I sent my two dollars off to the address inside Confessions of a Knife and got the photocopied newsletter/propaganda flyer that they sent out to fans. In a way that was pretty cool because this was all pre-internet and it meant that I had to write them an actual letter, put a stamp on it, send them two crisp dollar bills, and that they had to actually write my name on an envelope and send me something back. That kind of band/fan feedback must seem awfully quaint to people who've grown up in a world where they can add Hilary Clinton to their My Space friends list (and "she" will friend them back!)
I had heard that Thrill Kill Kult put on a great and once again theatrical show, so even if I thought their newest album was balls, I wanted to see what they would be up to. Honestly, Thrill Kill Kult has absolutely nothing on the Impotent Sea Snakes, a band my first group GOG would eventually play with, so there was no way that Thrill Kill Kult was really going to be able to impress. They did have two people set their faces on fire with some sort of werid masks but that was about the highlight. Groovie Man was goofy and the whole thing reeked of the insincere kitsch that I hated (and still do.) I never took a song like "Kooler than Jesus" seriously, but somehow I wanted the people performing it to look more like musicians than caricatures of rock stars. What may have completely killed the show for me was seeing some of the band walking around Ybor before the show, tight leather pants and leopard print vests in tow--strutting around like we should all be impressed. Please.
So in a short span I'd gone from mailing off for a band's fan club materials to seeing them up close and thinking they were washed up and beneath my attention. That's quite a swing. It's good to be able to spot things for what they are, though. I had friends all through college who still tracked down TKK records years after they had done anything even remotely interesting. Learning to let go of bands like that is something a lot of people have a hard time with and I guess I can understand that, but I've turned the corner on a lot of music and never looked back. I don't know if that's necessarily a good thing--it probably just means I never should paid much attention to any of it in the first place!