The Bozo Porno Circus Diaries: It's Cold When You're Naked

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If you never saw a Bozo Porno Circus show then you just plain missed out. The Tone Zone Records band was a freak-out and a half, stuffed to the wall with loud noises and pretty girls getting sparks shot off their metal-covered crotches by belt sanders. Recently, lead guitarist Chris "The" Lane (AKA Crispy and for a brief hilarious time Nikki Wykkid) uncovered a treasure trove of tour diaries and photos, so for the next few days we're heading down a well of Houston-flavored debauchery from the glory days of our goth scene.

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I read most of the way during the five-hour drive to Chicago. For some reason, I was feeling kind of irritable, and not inclined to play the low rung "Rock Star" that my image demanded on tour, until we pulled up to our destination, The Double Door.

I went to check out the club while the bean worshippers in our group went in search of Starbucks. I'd like to drink a frappucino out of the skull of whomever founded that company. It always seemed if we weren't looking to score weed, we were looking for a Starbucks while on tour.

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The club looked pretty cool. It turned out to be a huge rock club with a nice stage and a labyrinthian basement-level dressing area. Sound check was funny. The two sound engineers were very good, and ended up clashing with "K" over the way the sound should be mixed. They were right, K was wrong, but that didn't matter. When a band is lucky enough to get good sound guys, they should listen to them.

I was also experiencing a catastrophic wardrobe failure. My trusty latex vest that I'd bought at a store called The Fetish Factory, and which was a road-worn veteran of three previous tours, was starting to rapidly disintegrate. The night of the show, it split almost completely in two. Not good since I didn't have a decent backup option, and was almost broke.

Duct tape saved the day again! Bands that go on the road without a healthy supply of that stuff do so at their own peril. I discovered that it will create a surprisingly strong and undetectable repair to latex clothing if used right. In fact, that repair lasted well beyond the tour. Amazing.

One quickly discovers that the cool "club clothes" that are available to the average person are usually designed to look good, but won't last under the harsh conditions of playing lots of live shows. The environment on stage is usually hot, sweaty, and with lots of movement involved. Real leather generally can take the beating, but wearing it also quickly cooks the person performing, a rapid "stewing in their own sweat" kind of effect.

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