The Lockin Out Showcase.

If you’re familiar with the LOC thread on the B9board, you know that brooklynrussellxxx is a LOC fan. So I’m sure it’s paining him to auction off the tee from the Lockin Out Showcase, even if it’s to help him pay for his zine…

I believe the story behind the shirt is it was made specifically available for the Lockin Out Showcase at the Cambridge Elks in Boston. I was excited for the gig and planned on going but bumming a ride was difficult. I especially remember listening to a lot of Righteous Jams around this time. Never a bad thing. The lineup was sweet; If I recall it was The Wrong Side, RZL DZL, Rampage, Step Forward and a few others. Maybe Waste Management, too? Good stuff.

Close. No Waste Management tho…

I don’t remember a whole lot because it was so long ago, and whatever original review I did was lost to the sands of internet time ages ago, but this was actually a pretty great show. No bad sets were played this day. New Lows opened with Chunks, and Jagger got his lip busted open during the feedback, probably by Garvey. The Dookie approved TWS line up for the show was:

DFJ…

…CC…

…some kid who screwed us over the year we played United Blood, myself, and of course SCACE~! (I have no good photos of Scace from this show, I am sad to say). Probably the best of the post-Last Supper shows we did, probably because we hadn’t beaten the dead horse into glue yet. Craig Mack was undisputed lord of the pit. Had we thought to play Kill The Man With The Ball during our set, he surely would have won, though Alex from Cold World may have had a chance when he single handedly cleared the pit for War of Words. Since I had moved to NY, I was not in on any of the practices, and so had no idea exactly what we were playing. Day of the show I found out we were intro’ing with Sabbath’s Iron Man and covering Helmet’s Unsung in full. Problem was, with only a couple hours notice, there was pretty much no way I was going to get all the words down. Thankfully, CC and DFJ had heckle mics, and they did their best to engage in a sort of Mind Eraser duet on the gaps. Even so, the majority of Unsung did in fact go unsung. I also did what AJ from Stop and Think described as “a big, dramatic X’ing up” during When The Ink Lives Your Fist, after which I chucked the marker at the back of the room, where apparently it hit a girl in the face. Whoops.

The indisputable highlight of the set, and arguably the highlight of the entire show, was Dookie “calling in” from California to heckle me mid set. “Guys, break a leg. No, seriously guys, break Morgado’s leg.” I was as unaware of this gag as I was of the Helmet cover, and it cracked me right up. A prank well played, and a show well gigged.