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Keeping with the contribution theme, here goes a show review from my brother, Adam Robbins. He recently went to see NOFX in Oregon and wrote a very brief summary of the show. It is short and sweet just like him.
So recently my girlfriend and I drove down to Eugene to see the infamous NOFX. (I might add that she actually did the driving since I do not have a license). Gauging from the last few times I have seen the band I wasn’t really expecting much of a show, but with my deep love for the band the goes back more than a decade and the simple fact the Jenn had never seen them was reason enough to go. Normally I wouldn’t pay more than 20 dollars for a punk rock show, especially with a opener like Tony Sly, but I figured, "what the hey? Anything could happen." Knowing Fat Mike's history with substance and what not it may have been the last time I could have been able to see them before he pulls a James Brown and is running from the police high on PCP, and then is shot like ‘Pac. So we show up over an hour and a half late, great because we miss Mr. Sly and some crappy band called Teenage Bottle rocket that Fat’s really pumping up these day. Surprisingly it wasn’t too crowded and the level of drunken idiots was down to a minimum. So NOFX finally came on and played quite possibly the best show I have seen in years, playing stuff as far back as Liberal Animation, including a good number of Ska stuff. Fat mike was soberish, El Hefe rocked the house, Smelly killed it, as did Melvin. They must have played for an hour and a half; however, we left after 45 minutes only to get talked into going into a nightclub with my dear friend Anna called The Clownfish, which was fucking clown shoes. So check out NOFX, especially this Cokie the Clown stuff, and steer clear of any place with the name Clownfish.
