[Portland OR] The crowd was the
perfect motley crue. No community here, no buzz of shared anticipation - every weirdo
for himself. All ages, all sexualities. There were bikers and punks of
undefinable genre. One immensely high girl who couldn’t stop herself from twitching
and leaping and gyrating – uncomfortably. There were two Pedros and two
pregnant ladies – good luck to their babies. A guy in a Dwarves t-shirt with
“Teach Children to Worship Satan” on the back. The people who really stuck out
were the young upright German in a raincoat with his parents, each in raincoats
… DDDJJJ666 were a sight to behold. They were at the back of the main pit
facing the stage. A couple probably in their 50s, him a bit more, her a bit
less. He was a large tilted eager freak, vaguely gay, definitely deviant,
loving every second of his set. They’re really just he but I lump his woman, in
her full retro skirt and pink jean jacket and floppy mohawk, with him. He
played early noise industrial, a song with snippets of an exercise video, kooky
lounge music – anything extremely odd. I was reminded of the mythical Numbers
club in Houston. I was honestly sort of sorry when the first band got on stage.
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