What a mess! We get down to Trinity 9ish after finding out at 7. Nobody outside the field house knows whats going on for 45 minutes in the rain then we find out each Trinity student can bring in 5 guests. Try and try and finally we find some Trinity Lacrosse Dude type Players that will bring us in, fortunately, but apparently "The Dig" is doing sound check, so they send us back out into the rain. Finally, they let us in and we barely get in because for some reason they are checking everyone for Trinity IDs! So there are a shit ton of 17-20 year olds in there, really impatiently charging the stage and getting down real hard to the house music, getting excited for Girl Talk. House Music is killed, its 10:45. "The Dig" comes on and is downright horrendous but these kids want to stay close to the stage to get up there so everyone starts pushing and leaning and elbowing and it\'s a damn mess. Fights start erupting. One guy says "The next person that pushes me is getting punched in the jaw!" I think some of the kids thought "The Dig" was Girl Talk. Some were even dancing. It got so bad that my friend had to bite this dudes arm. "The Dig" waay overextended their welcome playing at least what seemed 40 minutes. These assclowns that I guess were student/staff are telling us to push back which didn\'t happen.
11:50 They pull people to get up on stage with him from the middle of the audience, tricky. Then Gregg Gillis comes out, goes off. 15 minutes. He finally gets the hell on stage, bullshits, begins playing the first track of Feed the Animals which goes into something else and the lights go on after 10 minutes. Everyone has to get off stage. People are fucking pissed and leave. It actually trims the fat, so to speak.
He comes back and plays about an hour and it fucking rocks. Some new sick combos. My favorites were actually one after another: Paper Planes (M.I.A.)/ Can I Get A and Tipsy/ Loser (Beck) He played (the tiny dancer/ biggie part of) Smash Your Head and some samples of NightRipper. He ended just as he did at toads. I got kicked, and so did my now Coach purse that somehow got caught in his shoe mid crowd surf and my leather purse seemed to get damaged, opposed to his shoe? I have been having problems with my camera, but people were making it downright impossible to take pictures. I got a couple, even one right when he was about to jump on top of me. Gregg Gillis looks like Jesus/ the Unibomber. I have a picture of what this absurd scene was like at this sloppily organized event. It is once everyone cleared out, before he came on the second time. People were not allowed to dance on the stage when he came on the second time. It was all I could get. I was actually quite close but then I got sick of getting whacked in the head a lot.
