New Yorkers' SECOND Facing of the Second City: Gay as it Gets

The Flesh Hungry Dog Show is referred to by Time Out Chicago as an “uber-inclusive, alterna-queer, mini-rock extravaganza.” We were featured as one of their bands this month at Jackhammer along with Camaro Rouge and The Reptoids, both local queer rock bands.

We were flanked by some very fashionable fags from the outset, noting the leather bar next door and, more importantly, the all-nite diner and taco place within spitting distance. As the bar filled, from both event-attendees and escapees-from-the-rain, the following happened: 1) we were offered shots of vodka, cranberry juice, and love, at least thrice, 2) we ran into the father of a brooklyn friend of ours who had come solo at the sheer recommendation of said friend - a first for The Shondes: parental approval! and 3) we discovered a particularly drunk queer photographing himself with our t-shirt dummy with our camera. I tapped him and said: "Is that our camera?" He said "Yes, yes it is." Then placed it back on the table and said: "Sorry if that was presumptuous. But they really are clean pictures. And good ones!" (for evidence, look left.)

With or without bonus photos and lovin' spoonfuls of alcohol, we had a gay old time with the bears and queers who came out to see us, and played a fun set to the backdrop of rain and colored lights. (Cause what would a Chicago queer event be without the colored lights, I ask?)