What the bathroom looked like afterwards
Photo: MTV News

Today's edition of our artist's blog, comes from F**ked Up's Pink Eyes. Barely finishing "Twice Born" with Sebastien Grainger in our men's bathroom, F**ked Up's MTV Live performance was complete with a motorcycle, spray painting, open gasoline, and a riled-up audience that bum-rushed the barricades, tearing the bathroom apart, resulting in what looks like over $6000 in damages. Late last night, Damian emailed in his post-performance entry:

How do you top infamy? While I know that as far as infamous moments the first time Fucked Up played MTV doesn't really hold much of a candle to say December 7 1941 but was a certainly monumental event in the life of our little band. Not only are we contending with the events of our first on-air performance (the blood, moshing, destruction, etc) but we are also dealing with the innate human desire to embellish and build up past events. All of this meant that we were contending with an impossible task: no matter what we did it simply will never be as crazy as the last time we played. 

The first time was a perfect confluence of events. It was our first Toronto show in a long time, we had put out a record long enough before for people to digest it and learn the songs, I bleed like I have never bleed before, kids were desperate to mosh on tv, we promoted it for weeks before hand, etc. All things that we never thought about, and that just really fell into place. 

And so this was not as crazy as last time. This time it was f**king out of control terrifying. And I thought that was what I wanted but now I'm not so sure. It was to the point where for the first time in my life I really have to wonder about the sanity of what I'm doing with my life. Today it wasn't about music, because lets face it: we sounded pretty abysmal. It was purely about spectacle and not the good "Hey look, that fat man has stuck his penis between his legs and is pretending he has a vagina!" spectacle but the bad kind of spectacle where your motives for doing what you do are called into question. Maybe it is just because I'm tired and kind of sick and tomorrow morning I will be super-stoked on the way things played out or maybe it is just the gas fumes messing with my head.

-Damian, F**ked Up