Post #124518 by Sabu The Coconut Boy on Tue, Nov 9, 2004 12:10 PM

My worst experience came from my stint playing with Death Mariachi band, "Los Pitocin and The Inducers". To set up the story a bit, what put us in a league above your average Death-Speed-Thrash Mariachi bands was our use of real pig blood during the Virgin Sacrifice re-enactments. We obtained this from a local slaughterhouse but it was only good for a day or two before it started stinking to high heaven. The blood was in sealed drums, so that you didn't always know how fresh it was until you dumped it on the altar.

On this night, as was frustatingly usual, we were unable to find a virgin in the audience to volunteer for the sacrifice, so we chose a rather-attractive mother of three from Escondido.

As we pounded through the climax of "Cielito Lindo", and our stagehand led the "virgin" to the altar, our lead guitarist, Cuervo The Clown, accidentally caught the neck of his electric vihuela in the electric cord controlling the giant spinning Day-of-the-Dead skull. The resulting short caused all the lights in the room to go out, which spooked one of the llamas into knocking over the drum of pig blood, (which turned out to be at least a week old), into the front row of the audience. If that wasn't enough, our roadie accidentally pulled the rope which dropped the net containing the 300 small vampire bats which shouldn't have been released until "Guadalajara". They immediately headed for the blood-soaked shoes and ankles of the fleeing audience.

Needless to say, we were never invited back to The Lawrence Welk Ballroom again.