AVN was throwing its annual "Halloween Bash" which is a big party with industry and fans in a club in LA where Slash's first post-G&R band was set to play. We still had to get them back for all the times we felt the magazine mocked us - back then it was all about the big pro-studios and amateur pretty much was still regarded as the retarded redhead bastard step-child of the industry. We never got much love in those days and we might just as well have been trannies since they were so condescending and rude to us...
We made arrangements with the club and with Slash and his band so they would know what was up. AVN and its staff however had no idea.
At the appointed hour we came crashing through the side doors. Our military surplus fog machine blasted and turned the place into a dense cloud of mass hysteria and confusion within seconds...
That is when we started the procession inside while Slash and company came on stage riffed hard and made a serious wave of jungle rhythms, screeching wailing guitar, booming bass, and kept up a generally loud ass cacaphony.
The procession consisted of "Floats" we built that needed to be carried in all by about 30 people, a dragon that consisted of three huge sections, a head that spurted smoke with laser eyes and sparklers flaring in the nostrils, a midsection, then a tail. Behind that was a giant oyster and inside that was a girl and a bunch of pearlescent balloons which we parked on the stage - the girl popped out with the balloons and did a burlesque number while we marched the entire dragon through the crowd surrounded by drummers and brass players from a band called "Crash Worship" - known for their oftentimes terrifying lack of concern for fire and their sort of satanic embrace of mayhem.
We freaked the crowd out for a few minutes proper then marched out to leave everyone wondering what the fuck just happened.
As Ken Kesey once said... "Never trust a prankster"...
