I know all of y'all want me to get to the D-Rrrrrrrama first! but... Screwball was and still is wayyyyyy more important.
On Tuesday, July 26th our favorite club Screwball closed for good. The club switched owners so we had to kick the last night off evil style!
There were like thousands of people packed in like sardines to see the hot ass half-clothed go-go dancers shake their booty's on the go-go boxes that towered over the crowd! One of the girls a-go-go was my friend Larva, goddamn... and she shook it like a polaroid picture! She looked fuckin' amazing!
Zolar X (with Don Bolles of 45 Grave and the GERMS filled in on drums) a band that used to frequent and play Rodney Bingenheimer's (Mayor of the Sunset Strip) English Disco ended the night with me hula-hoopin' like a maniac to some of the coolest tunes that were just completely out of this world!
The Guy best known in Zolar X would be the Bassist Jet Star Systems (Jeff). He crashed his car into the Ocean Way Studios while Blondie was recording "Tide is High". Blondie didn't get one little scratch on her pretty little head (don't worry) and ended up writing a song about Jet Star Systems and his girlfriend which was on the flipside of that single called Susie and Jeffery.
By the end of the night we were all covered in sin and sweat and somehow by the way of the hula my shirt and bra flew off and ended the night at Screwball with a bang!
I'm so proud of Miss Darcey Leonard and Don Bolles for putting on such a respectable and awesome club!
Jimmy Hay (one of my favorites) DJ'ed the last night.
-- And The Partridge Family Temple made their last appearance at the infamous joint.
That night so rocked! It's definitely going down in my history book as one of the coolest nights ever!
RIP ANNO SCREWBALLAS!
I'll post some pics of the night as soon as I get some!
So.... On to the DRAMA-RAMA... I'm sure a lot of you heard about this already. I wasn't gonna post this but if someone is gonna post some drama about me I want to get the story straight. Plus, I think it's only fair. I had nothing agains the DJ until she posted this crap all over the net like a little school girl, so here's your fire.
I go out to a Goth Club the other night which I rarely do these days unless it's Release the Bats because we love Jen and Dave Bats and it's sooooooo awesome! But really most of the other "goth/industrial" clubs have pretentious overweight gothic dorks walking around like they are fuckin' some sort of elitist group. However, our friend Fitz was here from England and it was his last night here so he wanted to check it out.
We go in and the club is really beautiful and impressive, and the people seem pretty cool so everything was cool... at first.
We all start drinkin' and dancin' and dance "uber-obnoxious" (isn't that how gothic people dance?). Stanton and I barely bump into some chick and she shoves me when my back was turned and Stanton asked her... "WHY DID YOU DO THAT!!!!" and all I see is her scratching and slapping at him, and then ripped his 1966 Baphomet off that his Grandpa gave him... Now all I could think of is punching that bitch in the face, so I did just that. I punched her in the mouth, which spun her around so I ripped her suspenders off and slapped her in the face with them! She runs off holding her mouth gets her boyfriend and he punches Stanton as Stanton tries to defend himself three off duty L.A. P.D security guards pulls him away immediately. Good thing cause Stanton would have bashed that little gothic pansies head in. I proceed to find that bitch and swing at her again for pullin' some more stupid shit, I missed cause she moved, she said "ah ha! you missed! and I punched her again! She proceeded to push me and before she could I grabbed her arms and dug my sharp ass nails in them (as hard as I could cause I wanted to murder her) and told her do you know who the fuck we are!? Don't FUCK WITH THE SATANISTS! I get dragged outside too cool off and they tell us to leave. The other stupid asses had to leave too... I did get a hot scratch under my eye! I did a photoshoot with it there cause my photographer thought it looked so cool.. hahahahaha
MEANWHILE the DJ who was her friend comes out and says in a "passive-aggressive" manner... "You don't hit people". You're right I hit IDIOTS! The DJ proceeded to go home that night and post a bulliten on myspace and LJ on how her "Dear Friend" (who's name she misspelled) got jumped and said that Stanton and I were name droppers because EVERYONE AND THEIR MOMMA KNOW WHO STANTON'S GRANDPA IS, without any of us sayin' shit!!! and proceeded to say we have NO accomplishments and we are using "Anton's" (yes she had the audacity to refer to him as ANTON, like she knew him) accomplishments! Um... HELLO! Stanton is a world renowned artist, performance artist and writer, he owned his own Occult book store called ODIUM which is also world famous and has me an INTERNATIONAL FETISH MODEL/PERFORMER AS HIS GIRLFRIEND! Not to mention we are the heads of a Satanic Movement!
I find it funny that she's a DJ... Isn't that makin' notoriety off of someone else's accomplishments!? And on top of all of that she works at DISNEY, again serving someone elses accomplishments. She also said in later posts that if she knew we did that she'd throw us off the balcony herself. Girl, know you'd go with me believe that, however; that isn't what she was sayin' when she was talkin' to me like a whimp that night. Obviously she's a lot tougher behind her keyboard than in real life cause I woulda gave her the Satanic beat down of her life and she knew it.
On top of it, her posting that her friend got attacked and using the word ANTON LAVEY in the subject and body of her horribly written post was just a means of promoting her club night. She says we are banned... The owner thinks differently... He's offering us a club night at the SAME CLUB!!! He told us to come to her club night and to not worry about it because it's our HOME! ahahahahahaha! However Sunday is my birthday and I think I'll be spending my Satanic Holiday elsewhere.
I'd rather kill myself than listen to her regurgitated gothic/industrial music that is played over and over and over and over again.
btw... In the goth world I AM respected. I've contributed to beauty, fashion and I have even toured with bands such as FAITH AND THE MUSE, JUDITH, and ELEMENT and I am WELL RESPECTED by the goth community.. I just hate fuckin' people who think they are better because they are on the darkside. Let me tell you something... I'm not better than anyone unless you prove me otherwise, if you are gonna act like a fuckin' idiot and push and slap my man. I WILL BEAT YOUR ASS! (and my momma told me so!)
HAIL ANTON!
HAIL STANTON!
HAIL SZANDORA!
HAIL SATAN, MOTHAFUCKAS!
Szandora LaVey
P.S. In the immortal words of Snoop Doggy Dogg...
Snooooooooooop..
Snooooooooooop..
When the pimp's in the crib ma
Drop it like it's hot
Drop it like it's hot
Drop it like it's hot
When the pigs try to get at ya
Park it like it's hot
Park it like it's hot
Park it like it's hot
And if a nigga get a attitude
Pop it like it's hot
Pop it like it's hot
Pop it like it's hot
I got the rolly on my arm and I'm pouring Chandon
And I roll the best weed cause I got it going on
I'm a gangsta, but y'all knew that
Da Big Bo$$ Dogg, yeah I had to do that
I keep a blue flag hanging out my backside
But only on the left side, yeah that's the Crip side
Ain't no other way to play the game the way I play
I cut so much you thought I was a DJ
[scratches] "two!" - "one!" - "yep, three!"
S-N double O-P, D-O double G
I can't fake it, just break it, and when I take it
See I specialize in making all the girls get naked
So bring your friends, all of y'all come inside
We got a world premiere right here, now get live!
So don't change the dizzle, turn it up a little
I got a living room full of fine dime brizzles
Waiting on the Pizzle, the Dizzle and the Shizzle
G's to the bizzack, now ladies here we gizzo
I'm a Bad Boy, wit a lotta ho's
Drive my own cars, and wear my own clothes
I hang out tough, I'm a real Bo$$
Big Snoop Dogg, yeah he's so sharp
On the TV screen and in the magazines
If you play me close, you're on a red beam
Oh you got a gun so you wanna pop back?
AK47 now nigga, stop that!
Cement shoes, now I'm on the move
Your family's crying, now you on the news
They can't find you, and now they miss you
Must I remind you I'm only here to twist you
Pistol whip you, dip you then flip you
Then dance to this motherfucking music we crip to
Subscribe nigga, get yo issue
Baby come close, let me see how you get loose!
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