This bunch pretty much covers the costume gamut. Melissa, Chelsea, Stephanie, SLUG Marketing Coordinator (and party planner) Karamea, SLUG Managing Editor Jeanette. Photo: Eric Scott Russell
The moon shone crescent and ghostly this last Saturday, Oct. 29, as costumed bar flies buzzed into The Garage for SLUG’s Day of the Dead party. Garage employees caked on the liquid latex to transform their faces into Mexican sugar skulls with inverted crosses on their foreheads. The ladies of the bar stood out the most, though, as their ratted hair piled on top of their heads with complementary flowers transformed their countenances into genuine doñas from auld lang syne. With paper picado hanging from the ceiling, full of imagery of skeletons, the scene was set for a ghastly evening of rock n’ roll, booze and top-notch food.
As local band Fox Van Cleef kicked off their set near the door, Halloween partygoers filed inside, not only in the garb of old, dead caballeros, but in an assortment of costumes—the sax player’s wailing lent the roadhouse the feel of the Cantina Tatooine from Star Wars: A New Hope, with aliens hopping about under the dim lighting. Crowd members bounced casually near the front of the stage to Fox Van Cleef’s garage rock jams. The band set the tone of the night by playing tunes that hip, young SLUG readers and older sports-watchers could mutually enjoy. Beer girls and dudes dressed as chicks moved from room to room to outside, groovin’ at all times.
Between the patio and the main barroom, DJ Curtis Strange spun records to keep the groove steeze flowing. What mostly channeled through his tables to the speakers was hip hop, which ranged from Wu-Tang Clan to Gorillaz and Beck. Mr. Strange was sure to mix it up, though, throwing on some KC and the Sunshine Band, switching over to some punk jams from appropriate artists like the Misfits and The Horrorpops, then switching back over to the swagger with Del the Funky Homosapien. People mixed and mingled with some phenomenal costumes. SLUG designer Josh Joye showed up three sheets to the wind—he literally wore three sheets that covered his entire body, and sunglasses with nary an inch of flesh showing. Many stuck with the theme, like editorial assistant Esther Meroño, who looked lovely with her black-and-white face paint, but photographer Chad Kirkland took the cake with his spot-on rendition of Edward Scisshorhands. Had there been a contest, he would have won, hands down.
Max Pain & the Groovies took the stage on the outside patio for a sloshy, saucy crowd. They dressed as Spanish bandits with Zorro-like masks, and opened up with a spooky ditty to match the mood of playing in front of the eerie refineries. From the get-go, the frontmost rock n’ rollers banged their heads as singer Slave crooned into the nighttime air. Dancers held their beers high in a semi-mosh pit, occasionally splashing each other with their drunken jigs and merrymaking. Slave lent his tambourine to a fan singing along. At some point, it broke in half; Slave played it nonetheless until he grew tired of it, then threw it into audience like it was no big deal, just as a butt rock drummer throws his sticks to wild fans. The madness continued as he banged his mic on the keys with spirited stage antics. Between songs, he took a sip of beer and joked around and said, “Better make it fucking count” as he wet his lips with his sweet, sweet elixir. Broken glasses littered the stage as evidence of satisfied performance viewers.
Though it can seem somewhat out of the way as the weather turns bitter, The Garage always proves to be an ideal spot for fun, friends, food and firewater. Big thanks to the boys and girls on Beck for helping us all get our Halloween kicks. Check out more photos from the event here.