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Choklit and I went to a rather orgiastic debauch at a S.F. club with The Extra Action Marching Band. They reminded me of Crash Worship if you’ve ever heard of them. The Wiki claims members of Extra Action played with them.

See some insane Extra Action vids.

In short, Extra Action are pretty off their heads. Think 20+ marching musicians blaring away like mad on anything from Black Sabbath to Sousa marches.

Then add two female and two male go-go dancer/flag twirlers wearing beads and little else but trashy blond wigs.

Then add “Extreme Elvis” who is a pot belly elvis lookin’ guy who stripped down to absolutely nothing (kept the glasses on though) with a penchant for peeing on the crowd and other naughty vices having to do with his willie.

And finally add a jam-packed hedonistic crowd of crazed burners in bizarre Halloween garb dancing like lunatics sans meds!

The whole band and dancers are so huge they had to play among us and shoved their way through the throng with abandon. I was being pushed on the left by dancing hoards, slammed on the right by trombones and bass drums, and punched in the head by gold and black pom-poms from crazy go-go boys. Also, got my feet grabbed a few times as I’d suddenly look down to find them writhing on the floor in a blur of arms, legs, torso, beads, and pom-poms.

I don’t know what was going on ’cause I was just flinging my body around right along with them. Who could have known marching band music could kick such ass!? I was unhinged for a while there in roaring waves of hideous pounding flesh and tunes.

In the end, I was pleading with one of the go-go-girls to come back to the Playa. As fun as it was, Extra Action belongs outside in the open air where any marching band should be. I want to take a dip in their waves under the stars and by the Man!

Please let the poor maligned La Contessa rest, bury your grudge, and march the Playa once more!