The Nevada Museum of Art is hosting The Wrong Side of Reno: Three Decades of Punk and Hardcore Music in the Biggest Little City.
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Saturday, October 23, 2010
Eric and I traveled quite a few hours to get there, excited to be seeing Surgeon General (which we also liked) and the Milkmen. The show didn't disappoint. The Dead Milkmen, however, were total dicks.
Since Eric and I got there before the club opened, we were hanging around outside looking like drug dealers. Basically we fit in with the rest of the neighborhood. The Dead Milkmen showed up and had their men start unloading equipment. Their men, however, weren't the typical roadie types, and nor were they band members (which is typical for many punk bands). No, this was something different.
Two scrawny black men in their fifties were unloading the amps and guitars from a van. Eric and I found it odd, so I asked one of the Milkmen if we could help. (I have since forgotten what Milkman it was that I asked.) It looked like these old men were kind of struggling, so Eric and I wanted to be helpful.
"We don't need any fucking help," was the gruff answer we got from the guy. The two AARP members had no say in the matter.
Granted, there is nothing that says the Dead Milkmen have to be friendly to a couple of strange looking guys offering to help unload their expensive equipment. We could've made off down the street with a mic and traded it for a few rocks or something.
I don't hate the Milkmen like I hate the Presidents of the United States, but I don't think I'll ever forget the rudeness of this band that really has no place being rude. I mean, sure the band was humorous and has a fan following, but it's no Bon Jovi or something. Quite frankly, I never thought the band was well-respected by many music fans, and I imagine the members felt the same way. Acting like a prick surely didn't help thing.