“The giant on-stage mosh pit at Groundwork [Coffee House; Leavenworth, KS] during a Third World Sin show.”
Third World Sin
Kansas City, Kan.
“I may not play an instrument, but I have been on stage several times with everyone. I would say that my boy Jon Tucker and the rest of his band created an interesting evening. If anyone remembers Intent and Isolated Fields, they played a lot of shows together for a period of about six months. They once played at a small club on 40 Highway [in Independence, MO]. It started like every other night with them; bulls***ing and trash-talking had hit full swing. At the time, the band was not all 21, so the people there were jumpy, especially because bands like to sneak in underage people. Mitch [Peters, former Intent bass player] was under 21 and needed to make a phone call, but it being a club full of people, he stepped outside to do so. Upon his return, he was met with hostility from the doorman – the club was known for douche bag employees. After a few minutes of arguing, the manager threw Intent out of the show and the club. I helped them load up, said my goodbyes, and said I would meet up with them later. Having known Jon from Isolated longer than any of them, I stayed. With Intent not playing, there was a one hour slot to fill. This was the greatest thing ever for Isolated, because they got to fill the extra time with whatever they wanted to. With so much time to kill, they filled it with instruments, a few covers, and my personal favorite, Jay’s rap from Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back, headed by myself, Jon Tucker and Steev (“Gimpy”). A good time was had by all, and Isolated and I always keep it real.”
Kansas City, Mo.
“The most memorable moment on stage was probably in San Antonio, Tex. When we were playing, we had trash cans getting thrown off stage. We had a double-sided dildo that was like 40 pounds, and we had kids moshing with it and hitting people in the front row with it. It was complete chaos. It was awesome.”
Through the Eyes of the Dead
Topeka, Kan.
“The most memorable moment for me is when my band, Arsenic Dream, was playing a show in Columbia [Mo.]. During the middle of the set, I was swinging my bass around and caught my singer, Josh, in the eye with the headstock of my bass and broke his glasses on stage. I was worried as hell when it happened, but afterwards, it was—and still is—hilarious.”
Former Arsenic Dream
Columbia, Mo./Sanford, Fla.




