Bruise Cruise 2012: How I Barely Survived
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I just walked off of the Bruise Cruise, and am now kissing the concrete, thanking the heavens that I am still alive. Yep, that is my pulse that I just checked. Heart's still beating. I will not even try to explain to you how many different levels of inebriation I just endured for the past three days. I will not even bring up what the Bahamian travel guide handed to me in the map when I disembarked in Nassau. However, here I am kind reader, avoiding the DTs as much as possible, and attempting to recap a sensible, coherent story for you.
What's with this guy?
About the unused lubricated latex, let's just say if there exists a Guinness World Record for striking out with girls on a cruise, I would have made the record books. Since I am relying on my colleague, Sean Pajot, over at our sister paper,The Miami New Times
, for a moredetailed description
about the groups that performed, what I will present to you is a firsthand Bruise Cruiser experience.
Don't matter if it's cold outside, it's always warm in the jacuzzi.
Good thing I had my Flip Video camera handy for most of the time, so I can not only describe but share with you the hearty level of convivial ruckus that was this rock 'n' roll seafaring adventure.
Freewheeling Detroit garage scuzzy rockers the Dirtbombs kicked everything off in the Xandu lounge. Lead by the influential Mick Collins, their set consisted of grittier takes on the Motown sound. Watch this video of the Dirtbomb's drummer setting up his kit right next to me and leaving me partially deaf for the reminder of the evening.
Following that was the ever-popular Thee Oh Sees. They are, hands down, the quintessential Bruise Cruise band, with their pepped-up singalongs. Event organizers Michelle Cable and Jonas Stein would be wise to keep them on the Bruise Cruise lineup for years to come.
There was also this sobering lecture by the Dead Kennedys' prominent and notoriously outspoken lead singer Jello Biafra. "Wake up and smell the noise," he snarled at the audience about the growing economic inequality that exists in the United States today.
Bjorn Ottenheim and Cindy Frijs accompanied me on the walk over to Senior Frogs to watch Saturday's festivities. The two were on their honeymoon. They told me that Bruise Cruising was the only way to cruise.
At Senoir Frogs, I learned that the Togas literally perform in Togas. And, they might just be the ultimate party band as Michelle Cable had promised me earlier. During a stunning rendition of the Kink's classic "All Day and All of the Night," I thought I was actually John Belushi partying in Animal House for one fleeting moment.
Scrapping myself off the floor Sunday, I stumbled into the bizarrely intriguing Puppets and Pancackes puppet show performed by Miss Pussycat, Quintron's partner in performance. It was both equally disturbing and hilarious. One thing I kept thinking to myself however was, "Where the fuck are the pancakes?" Nowhere to be found, I literally scanned every inch of that room, hunting down some fluffy deliciousness, but they just weren't there.
King Khan showing off.
Miss Pussycat's live puppetry performance was interrupted by our captain's announcement of offering an apology for the 60-degree weather. At this point, I started to sense his grip on reality loosening. The end of this reporter's grip on that aforementioned reality came during the Bruiser Open Bar however, with the unending cascade of mai tais that came his way.
Kyp Malone, a pretty fancy surprise Bruise Cruiser.
At some point after the open bar, I had a moment of clarity, thanks in large part to the cavernous howl put forth by King Khan and the Shrines. The psychedelic soul numbers were like Red Bull, giving me just enough energy to finish out my Bruise Cruise with a little booty shake.
(One last parting note. I would like to personally thank the two kind ladies who carried me back to my room last night. Your good deeds will not go unnoticed.)
This has been Alex Rendon, barley surviving the Bruise Cruise.
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