so two weeks ago magic (clothing convention) was in town and black lips played some vice magazine party at body english at the hard rock. i guess “played” may be an overstatement since their set lasted all of three songs, but it’s not their fault that they aren’t posers and really rock out with thier cocks out when they do a show. they opened strong with o’ katrina (one of my personal faves), and i forgot what they played next, but cole pulled his pants down and flailed around like bonkers for a while – as he’s known to do, no surprises – and then they split fast after the third song. everyone was was left hangin with black lips blue balls and we were all staring at each other like “that’s it???!!?”. it certainly was it. confused and let down, we left.i got the story from the horse’s mouth later and i guess what happened was someone from the club told the band either they leave the club immediately or they go to jail with the police immediately, or something to that effect. so what we have here is some serious hypocrisy for the “hard rock” hotel. i guess all the strip club nudity and debauchery that goes on in las vegas is cool, but one rock and roll penis and – whoa! the cops are here…house lights are on, house music is on, and all of a sudden it’s on back at my house. fucking seriously. you suck, hard rock! the first decent band to play your shitty shiny shirt rave club and you can’t even handle three songs? no wonder you think puddle of mudd is good.