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ZEKE: 7th St. Entry 9-17-01
(better late than never...)
Zeke's latest record, "Death Alley" was unavailable. They only had about 20 copies to start the
tour and sold out long ago. At least that's what the rock girl "womaning"
the booth told me. No stickers, but there were plenty of cool shirts. I
meant to buy a 3/4 sleeve with the classic Zeke checkered flag logo, but
forgot. Can beer specials included PBR or Mabel's for $1.50, Huber bock
bottles for $2.50. Donny Paycheck has returned to his "playing weight."
After a bit of a delay, they ripped into Jack Torrance and played a
blistering set. This version of Zeke was without a doubt the tightest set
I've witnessed. The crowd was mad, and once the pit got started it was
insane. The fact that some local luminaries were in the midst may have
played a roll in the Nu Metal Gestapo from intervening. I'm referring of
course to Vasoline Alley's frontman, and The Midnight Evils frontman.
Interestingly, M.Evils frontman, a 5'8" Eddie Vedderesque looking
indie-rocker was with his woman. And she's not a small woman, either. Skin
tight, not alright; (Nate, you know what I'm talkin' bout.) Marky Felchtone
challenged any chick in the audience to a fight. "I'll kick any chick
here's ass. Right now," is how I think he phrased it. Big Girl pushed his
mic stand into his chest and then clambered onstage and Zeke ripped into
Livewire as she shook her, uh, mass (?) After Little Ms. Dangerous' dancing act, she tumbled over
the monitors, fell back on her arse, and had to be helped from the stage
by one the bouncer, himself a dead ringer for a member of Crowbar. She actually leaped, if that's an
appropriate verb, into the waiting arms of the sweaty pit. Zeke continued
it's rock dominance with a fury, unleashing Arkansas Man to the delight of
the short, stocky, stockbrokeresque looking man in the front row, who kept
screaming, "Razorbacks, motherfucker!" Felchtone even dedicated a song to
"the US pilots who'll soon be up in the air," and launched "Dogfight."
Came back for an encore with Lawson, Zeke You (of course), and God of
GSXR. - North Dakota Man
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