Butthole Surfers at the Masquerade
Monday, September 28th, 2009There was a disturbing number of children at Saturday night’s Butthole Surfers show at the Masquerade. And by “disturbing number,” I mean two — or two that I came across. But I’m talking 7 or 8 year old boys, staring intently at the huge projection films playing behind the Buttholes, or eventually slumped asleep in their mother’s arms.
It brought two things to my mind. 1) Dear fellow Buttholes fans: we are old. 2) I am trying to imagine what effect watching those projected movies would have on an 8 year old boy.
For most of the night much of the left side of the stage was dedicated to the juxtaposition of various vagina images with medical oddity surgery movies. Vagina. Bloody unidentifiable genitalia. Vagina. Lacerated eyeball. Etc. I can’t help but think that if either of those boys ever comes across a real vagina, the first thing they will think of is pulsating gore and Gibby Haynes droning “I don’t give a fuck about anything.”


















