|The Beggars rage on. (All Cat Rose photos)|
Broken guitar straps be damned.
Hell, even duct tape can't fix those bastards sometimes.
So, what do you do? You say "fuck it," you grab your six-string off the floor and you carry on with the show. And maybe it's a good thing that the strap crapped out on you. As the emotions flow stronger and the sweat pours profusely down your face while you're holding that guitar in place the best you can... maybe as you spit out those words, the songs take on an even more intense meaning. And as the band crunches on beside and behind you, you guys have reached a whole new cathartic level that came about unexpectedly. And the crowd is eating it up. It's fucking brilliant.
And all because of that stupid guitar strap.
That's The Beggars in full-on oozing, blistering mode at The Funhouse in Seattle last Friday night.
If you were there, you know what I'm spouting about. If not, get out there next time.
Here's some Cat Rose photos of The Beggars in action, plus more from the killer punk n' roll openers, Die Nasty, Communist Eyes and Thee Perfect Gentlemen.
THEE PERFECT GENTLEMEN