Archive for August, 2004
GUNTGRUTCHER meets Jason GORTICIAN Christie (Non-Fiction)
0 Comments Published by Wasteland Drifter August 31st, 2004 in Uncategorized.(Note: This is about me, not by me. It details the night Brian Magar of Guntgrutcher and Brad of The Black Method and I partied in New Orleans.)
Halloween 2000. Brad (Chemical) and I are scheduled to be in New Orleans. I made plans to meet the infamous JASON GORTICIAN a month in advance. So the whole time before “the day” we were waiting in anticipation. Wondering what this guy was actually gonna be like. To give some background. I have been corresponding with Jason Christie for about 5 years via email. He’s always been down with what I’ve been doing and vice versa. Not familiar with GORTICIAN? Poke around on a search engine for a few minutes. I’m sure you’ll be able to find some kind of press on Gortician.
So anyway. It comes down to “the day” we are supposed to meet. Brad and I are conjuring up all these scenario’s of what this guy will actually be like. Laughing and bonding away on Bourbon Street until he calls. “He’s on his way.” We meet Jason in the lobby of the Marriot right off the French Quarter. He comes strolling in with a beat up leather jacket. Leather top hat, and a GUNTGRUTCHER shirt. FUCK YES!!!. We get his wife and kids squared away in our hotel room and go hit the streets. Halloween in New Orleans is surreal. Big floats and shit. Everyone is dressed up, drunk, naked and crazy as fuck. This definitely added to the insanity.
GUNTGRUTCHER meets Jason GORTICIAN Christie (Non-Fiction)
Closed Published by Growing Up Gortician August 31st, 2004 in Uncategorized.(Note: This is about me, not by me. It details the night Brian Magar of Guntgrutcher and Brad of The Black Method and I partied in New Orleans.)
Halloween 2000. Brad (Chemical) and I are scheduled to be in New Orleans. I made plans to meet the infamous JASON GORTICIAN a month in advance. So the whole time before “the day” we were waiting in anticipation. Wondering what this guy was actually gonna be like. To give some background. I have been corresponding with Jason Christie for about 5 years via email. He’s always been down with what I’ve been doing and vice versa. Not familiar with GORTICIAN? Poke around on a search engine for a few minutes. I’m sure you’ll be able to find some kind of press on Gortician.
So anyway. It comes down to “the day” we are supposed to meet. Brad and I are conjuring up all these scenario’s of what this guy will actually be like. Laughing and bonding away on Bourbon Street until he calls. “He’s on his way.” We meet Jason in the lobby of the Marriot right off the French Quarter. He comes strolling in with a beat up leather jacket. Leather top hat, and a GUNTGRUTCHER shirt. FUCK YES!!!. We get his wife and kids squared away in our hotel room and go hit the streets. Halloween in New Orleans is surreal. Big floats and shit. Everyone is dressed up, drunk, naked and crazy as fuck. This definitely added to the insanity.
