Wren Magnum

We went there to hang and to see Wren Magnum. This guy is a freakin’ spectacle. His schtick is basically doing old rockabilly covers and some kind of standup thing in between songs. He does a hell of a Johnny Cash impression and his Elivs isn’t bad either.

I want his pompadour. I had a pompadour but it was never this amazing.

While checking out the show my other friend Angus came in.

This where things got weird. You see we got into a fairly lengthy discussion about Angus’ soul. He tried to sell it to us and we even tried to buy it. However, our offers of beer, cigarettes, bits of string and cocktail napkins weren’t exactly what he was after.

You see Angus wasn’t desperate. Out of this bargain he wants to become famous. Or at least a famous artist.

I decided that Angus’ soul would actually be more of a burden – kind of like buying a used car that needs constant maintenance.

By this point I was getting rather drunk and I’m fairly fatigued right now so details are going to go a bit pear-shaped here.

Angus Carter - Soul for Sale

Somehow Angus’ decided that he was (or is) going to make a blood sacrifice to any deity that was listening. His plan was (or is) to split his palms open, call on the ancients and I’m pretty sure a bon fire was involved. And it had to be on top of a mountain somewhere out in the county. During the detailing of this Wren Magnum was cranking out a rather haunting version of House of the Rising Sun. Now to me, this is when Angus should have done the incanation. I’m pretty sure there was a force in the room at that moment because the next thing that happened came out of the Gonzoian comos and materialized in the form of a (rather dull) X-Acto knife.

Angus decided that he needed to make the blood offering  right then. I got to do the honors. So after a few feeble attempts I managed to cut a feeble line across his palm with the blade.

It was weird. He bled. It probably won’t scar. I don’t think the gods were impressed.

Facta Non Verba

Facta Non Verba is latin for “Deeds, Not Words” – which is the Snodgrass family modo.

I drew up the banner myself, clean up the line art in photoshop then my buddy Grail stabbed my with a needle for a couple of hours, and presto change-0 I’ve got a tattoo.

Also – if you don’t have a tattoo and you are wondering if it hurts, just ask yourself this question:

Do you think stabbing yourself with a needle a few thousand times would hurt?