I’ve always wondered what Vegas would be like on Halloween. I can safely say that’s it’s never been more crazy than the 40th Anniversary of the Acid Test that went down last week. Butterflies were building in my stomach the week before we headed east and I hadn’t even committed to going yet.
We had just finished up giving away a bunch of ice cream at Vegoose and didn’t really have any plans for Monday. Once Nate and I decided we wanted to go, the next step was to try to unload some of the cream we had on the truck. We called up Pixie and she got everything straight for us. So far so good……right? As cool as it was inside, something still didn’t feel right. You could see security guys on the prowl busting people all over the place for who knows what. Sure enough, just after I finished giving away my last piece from the first batch FIVE macho-macho men descended on me and kindly escorted me out of the club. This is the moment when you’re extremely happy you’re #1 Not out of your head, #2 Not dressed up in a Ladybug costume with Pleather plants.
After a bit of finagling, Jay, the afroed man in charge kindly got me back in to rejoin my partner in crime, Nate, and all my new found friends. I proceeded to make an ass out myself while talking to one of the guys in New Riders of the Purple Sage. I insisted there was a song of there’s that I loved, “Darlin’ If” before realizing Spirit was the band that recorded it. Oops. Caught the tale end of their set and moseyed around til Lorin/Bassnectar hit the stage and got truly got the party started. He’s definitely the DJ for an event like this. Wandered around snapping as many pics as possible before freaking out when I heard him mix in the Breeders “Cannonball”. Nate (Elvis in a dress) and I crossed paths as we both ventured on our people watching expeditions.
Mutaytor hit the stage next with their full get up of dancers and drummers. I love how even with all those people on stage, John Avila on bass is all they need too keep the groove in check. Hung out with the cookie monster a bit than ran into Aaron from Xingolati and said what’s up to him. Tried to follow the Oompa Loompa around as much as possible because I’m sure she was having a better time there than anyone else. It was just past 4 and Nate and I still weren’t sure what we were sleeping that night. We did what most guys would do in our situation and headed back out to the ice cream trucked and crashed in the Convention Center parking lot.
Thanks to Jay for helping us out and allowing us to give away some cream. Thanks to everyone else for allowing us to take so many pictures. Next time they need to hold this in a far off place with their own security to keep people in check. Cuz the last thing anyone wants to see while on acid is a group of oversized security guards with pea sized brains heading their way.
Pixie’s got some great pictures from AT40 as well. Especially lots of Mutaytor.
