Jaysus! What happened to the “Majestic” Ventura Theater?

This place where I’ve spend so many evenings jammed onto a urine-stained, main floor mosh pit, even coming out of there covered in sweat and with a bloody nose, seemed to have morphed into a rest home for the labotmized last night.

With a couple of exceptions there wasn’t even so much of a head bob going on as TR buried the room with a freaking wall of heavily distorted strato-noise.

I doubt if we’ll ever see him there again after such a disgraceful turnout of sleepy geriatrics.

I didn’t really get any photos worth spending more than a second with except for the above, taken upstairs outside the bathrooms.

Took this with the iPhone, there’s something I like about the smeary blues from the star print wallpaper up there. Kind of errie.