ahhh yes, i learn once again never to be too sure the worst is behind you. as soon as i walk into last night's gig, i see some guy in my guitarist's face about something. he wasn't yelling, but i got a bad vibe the way he was talking to him. he wanted to borrow his amp, and randy (my guitarist) didn't want to give it to him. 2 guys from this guys band hadn't shown yet, we were the second band, the club owner told us to set up - we'd go on our scheduled time. If the other bands 2 guys showed up they'd go on last. The other 2 guys show, they tell us to get our stuff off, i say no, they don't like that either - AND THEN - i notice they're all skinheads. and the club begins filling up with skinheads. i rephrase my "no" and tell them it isn't up to us, talk to club owner. there's a little bit of a commotion, people are getting very hot and bothered and some guy grabs me to talk to me. he tells me, "don't worry about anything, everything is cool, if anyone gives you a problem send them to me." somehow that made me feel even less safe. our set opens with a cover of "war". we're not ones to let any group of people dictate what we're gonna do, but i was getting more than a little nervous because by the time we were set to go - we were outnumbered i'd say 40 skinheads, to the 3 of us. worst part of it all is randy hadn't realized yet these guys were very off, he thought they were just yer average drunken tough guys. near the end of our set we do a song that can easily be misconstrued as being anti American. it begins with a bastardation of the pledge of allegience.... goes something like "i pledge adherence, to the flag, of the untied states of america, and to the republicans ..... with liberty, and justice, for some. i'm the guy who says it, but at this point i didn't think it was such a great idea. randy decides he's doing it and begins reciting it - loud and clear. i prayed. my prayers worked because they were yelling so loudly "shut the f*** up," and they were so wasted they didn't really catch what he was saying. we finish, real ugly vibe in the club - somehow they talk randy into borrowing his amp for the second band. their bass amp craps out. they wanna use mine - i give the guy a bunch of rules if he's gonna use it, he seems cool enough, i say alright. they start, i get ready to kiss my amp goodbye. they're unfathomably wasted, violent, beliggerent..... this sucked. the bouncer then tells me all the bands are gonna want to use our stuff we gotta get it out of there. not offering any assistance of course. i pray again - it works. i'm outside with randy (a jew, by the way) and one of the king skins starts talking to us as if to be our friends. "so where you guys from?" blah, blah, blah... oh, you're italian? born here? that's cool." randy knew enough by this time to walk away. this guy was totally looking for trouble. i talked to him for a while and we happened to have a few things in common, he then walked away and whispered some stuff to his buddies that looked like "leave em alone, they're alright." 1st band finishes, second band plugs into my amp before the 1st even got off. i went up to the stage said "sorry dude, we gotta go" uplugged it rolled it out in about 14 seconds flat and we got the hell out of there. it's nice to be home.