Let us speak, then, of Skerik.
Yes, that Skerik.
So here’s the basic story: For whatever reason, my partner wanted to go hot tubbing, and, frankly, public baths were never really my thing. Yeah. Whatever. Go figure.
So as we walked from Wallingford to the U-District, we passed The Rainbow, and who should be on the bill but Crack freakin’ Sabbath?
Hot tubbing? Beer with Skerik? What, is this really a hard choice?
Something about body temperatures and sperm production, the amount of alcohol consumed, and so on.
We conceived our daughter after that show.
Yes. Really. Thank you very much.
So to some degree, it can be said that my daughter would never have been born without Skerik.
We’ve joked about it before, because it just annoys more prudish people in the family to hear the connection of this wonderful child to something that scares them like the idea of a “Crack Sabbath”, but yeah, at some point we have to admit that it really is true.
Thank you, Skerik. ‘Twas one of the stranger Valentine’s Days I’ve ever experienced, but also, in retrospect, the damn happiest of them all.
Colyer, Troy. “Crack Sabbath | 02.14 & 02.15 | Seattle”. JamBase. 18 February 2002.