a long time ago (in this galaxy) i wrote about the time my sister took me to see the damned for my birthday. i have also written about ex boyfriend chris several times (since we went to england together in a kind of horrible comedy of errors). i think it's time to tell you the story of how these two things are related.
i guess i should start with the night i saw hugh cornwell the third time, where i saw a guy in the crowd who looked eerily familiar but i couldn't place him. i stared at him for a while until i felt creepy but could never figure out why i knew who he was.
then a month or two later, i was at work at the record store and this guy walks in and i almost shouted "HOLY SHIT I KNOW THAT GUY" but instead i whisper-shouted it. it was that guy from the hugh cornwell show! i figured i must have seen him in the store before and that's why he looked familiar that night. when he came up to the counter i asked him if he was at the show, just to be sure, and he said yes. so i said i remembered seeing him there and i could tell he had no idea who i was, which is good because that means he didn't remember me staring at him like a creep.
he said how he and his friend ended up at that show only because the damned show in new york was sold out that night. and i said well holy shit, i saw the damned the night after the hugh cornwell show in dc! and he was like no way, how was it? so i told him about how amazing it was, probably making him feel bad for missing that tour but whatever. which led to us talking about the times we had seen the damned and we realized we were both at the same one in 2009 which is the one i wrote about before. then he said something funny: "i was there with my girlfriend at the time and we were both really drunk and making a scene. we really pissed off the people in front of us..."
i didn't write about this back then because i didn't see any point when talking about the show. but when he said that, i remembered the assholes behind my sister and i at the show and realized we were standing in front of this guy and his ex girlfriend. they were the most annoying people at a show that i've ever encountered, still, to this day. they were just shouting the whole time, complete nonsense; even the guys in the band seemed embarrassed. finally my sister turned around and told them to shut the fuck up because she's a total badass. but there is no reasoning with drunk people and they both just screamed at her that she didn't know anything about punk and i specifically remember him shouting about how he had seen the damned so many times and tried to make her feel bad for not being as "dedicated" or something. and she was like "YOU KNOW WHAT? THIS IS MY FIRST TIME SEEING THEM AND YOU'RE RUINING IT FOR ME" and i think i held her back from throwing a punch. i didn't want her to get kicked out. she would have missed "smash it up" which would have been a sin.
so yeah. i dated that.
he still doesn't know that we're the girls they pissed off that night. i never could bring myself to tell him.
22 April 2013
KILLING JOKE
HEY GUYS I SAW KILLING JOKE TONIGHT IN PHILLY. WHAT? I'M SHOUTING? NO I DON'T THINK SO.
ok, maybe i'm shouting. i might be a little deaf from tonight. but you know what? worth it.
funny story. i knew about this show for months, had it marked on my calendar, had it in my phone calendar, etc. well guess who didn't look at either of those things today? i'm an idiot. something i saw on facebook sparked my memory and i was like "OH SHIT" because it was 7:30 and the show started at 8:30. luckily there was an opening band, so by the time i got my shit together and drove there and found parking, i was a little late but didn't miss any of killing joke's set. another funny story: i walked up to the box office to buy a ticket and some guy was talking to the dude in the window and wouldn't get out of my way, so i'm standing there like, hello, i'm trying to buy something from you and some other dude walks up behind me and says "need a ticket?" "uh...yeah?" "here you go." he just handed me his extra and kept walking. i caught up to him and said "are you sure?" and he said "yeah, my buddy couldn't make it and i don't want it to go to waste. have fun!"
sometimes, i have really awesome luck, and tonight was one of those times. so if you're the dude that gave me my ticket: YOU ARE AWESOME. THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU.
so fucking KILLING JOKE dudes. they opened with "requiem" and i was like "ah!" and i was so happy. and they did "war dance" which is the quintessential first killing joke song i ever heard so fuck yeah, thanks for that, even though you're all probably sick of playing it! and also "eighties." you know the song that sounds like nirvana ripped it off. uhh so yeah i guess i don't really know other song titles because i don't always pay attention to things but they did a bunch of songs i recognized and even if i didn't know any of them i would have had fun anyway. i would urge anyone reading this to go see them next time. or if you can, catch one of the dates on this tour. it's going into may sometime. if i could go see them again, i would. i would bring ear plugs next time, but i'd still do it.
i think maybe my favorite thing about tonight (besides getting in for free and seeing my friend and her boyfriend there, which was a nice surprise!) is that jaz coleman's voice has not changed at all. he still sounds like a total badass. he also looks like a total badass. i definitely have an old man crush. well, he's only fifty-something, that's not really THAT old, right? uh, so anyway, if you ever listen to a killing joke record, just know that the voice you hear on those songs? that's exactly what you get live. and i love him as a front man. he does these marching dance move things and lots of arm jabbing where he punches the air
right.
on.
the.
beat.
and the crazy faces. i fucking love the crazy faces.
also, if i'm not mistaken, which i very well could be, everyone i saw tonight was in the original lineup of the band. that's a rare thing for a lot of the bands that i go to see, whether because of members of the band dying or quitting.
so - in conclusion - all i want to listen to right now is this band and i wish jaz could be here singing and making crazy faces for me every time i do listen to them.
also - i took some terrible pictures so i'm not posting them. i just recently found my camera and started using it again and i forget what the right settings are for taking pictures at shows... so to validate my old man crush look at this picture:
right? ok i'm done now. except to tell you that there are already videos posted on youtube from the show. just search for "killing joke union transfer" and you'll see. good shit. i'm really done now.
ok, maybe i'm shouting. i might be a little deaf from tonight. but you know what? worth it.
funny story. i knew about this show for months, had it marked on my calendar, had it in my phone calendar, etc. well guess who didn't look at either of those things today? i'm an idiot. something i saw on facebook sparked my memory and i was like "OH SHIT" because it was 7:30 and the show started at 8:30. luckily there was an opening band, so by the time i got my shit together and drove there and found parking, i was a little late but didn't miss any of killing joke's set. another funny story: i walked up to the box office to buy a ticket and some guy was talking to the dude in the window and wouldn't get out of my way, so i'm standing there like, hello, i'm trying to buy something from you and some other dude walks up behind me and says "need a ticket?" "uh...yeah?" "here you go." he just handed me his extra and kept walking. i caught up to him and said "are you sure?" and he said "yeah, my buddy couldn't make it and i don't want it to go to waste. have fun!"
sometimes, i have really awesome luck, and tonight was one of those times. so if you're the dude that gave me my ticket: YOU ARE AWESOME. THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU.
so fucking KILLING JOKE dudes. they opened with "requiem" and i was like "ah!" and i was so happy. and they did "war dance" which is the quintessential first killing joke song i ever heard so fuck yeah, thanks for that, even though you're all probably sick of playing it! and also "eighties." you know the song that sounds like nirvana ripped it off. uhh so yeah i guess i don't really know other song titles because i don't always pay attention to things but they did a bunch of songs i recognized and even if i didn't know any of them i would have had fun anyway. i would urge anyone reading this to go see them next time. or if you can, catch one of the dates on this tour. it's going into may sometime. if i could go see them again, i would. i would bring ear plugs next time, but i'd still do it.
i think maybe my favorite thing about tonight (besides getting in for free and seeing my friend and her boyfriend there, which was a nice surprise!) is that jaz coleman's voice has not changed at all. he still sounds like a total badass. he also looks like a total badass. i definitely have an old man crush. well, he's only fifty-something, that's not really THAT old, right? uh, so anyway, if you ever listen to a killing joke record, just know that the voice you hear on those songs? that's exactly what you get live. and i love him as a front man. he does these marching dance move things and lots of arm jabbing where he punches the air
right.
on.
the.
beat.
and the crazy faces. i fucking love the crazy faces.
also, if i'm not mistaken, which i very well could be, everyone i saw tonight was in the original lineup of the band. that's a rare thing for a lot of the bands that i go to see, whether because of members of the band dying or quitting.
so - in conclusion - all i want to listen to right now is this band and i wish jaz could be here singing and making crazy faces for me every time i do listen to them.
also - i took some terrible pictures so i'm not posting them. i just recently found my camera and started using it again and i forget what the right settings are for taking pictures at shows... so to validate my old man crush look at this picture:
right? ok i'm done now. except to tell you that there are already videos posted on youtube from the show. just search for "killing joke union transfer" and you'll see. good shit. i'm really done now.
17 April 2013
jesus & mary chain
i've mentioned these guys a couple of times before but here is another "oh hey i saw these guys and i'm going to tell you about it now" post.
my first introduction to this band was through a really good friend, jesse. he was the first guy to play bass in my band and was always like a brother to me. he's married now and moved far away but i still love him. he used to burn cds for me of bands he thought i would like. he was really good at knowing too. like, for instance, he's friends with this guy whose brother was the guitarist in a band called stellastarr* so he bought me their cds as they came out. i instantly fell in love with the swirly guitar and the beautiful songs. they have since become one of my favorite bands and i'm sad to say that i never got to see them before they stopped being a band, but my love stays strong. (and don't worry, this is all related to the jesus & mary chain; just hang in there and enjoy the magic of my story.)
jesse also burned a copy of darklands along with some live tracks for me, and again - instant love. that guitar. that voice. what's not to like? "happy when it rains" went on almost every mix cd i made for other people. so much love. when i heard they were touring i got really excited; when i heard they were playing the union transfer in philly, i got really REALLY excited. i bought 2 tickets because boyfriend chris (remember him?) wanted to go. we broke up before the show which was nice, because i got to go by myself and not worry about him upsetting me the whole time. plus i saw some friends there, 2 girls who used to work at the record store with me, and got to hang out and talk with them instead, and that's way better.
the other person i saw there? oh, just mike, the guitarist from stellastarr*, no big deal or anything (just kidding; it took me half an hour to convince myself it was ok to go say hi to him) (also, i TOLD YOU this was all related). so i had mentioned that this guy's brother is friends with jesse and all those guys that i am now friends with. so, years ago, we all went to see him do a solo performance at some local bar, and i met him that night, and that was it. so i wasn't sure if he would even remember me but i decided to risk it anyway. either he actually did remember me or he was just being polite, but he did talk to me for a while. i showed him the stellastarr* button that was on my bag and he was like "NO WAY! that's so cool!" he knows my bandmates, so he asked about them, i told him how the band is doing, invited him to some shows, whatever. overall, it was a very cool conversation and it totally made my night. and the band hadn't even played yet!
but when they did...oh my lord. i had been warned that they're terrible live. sure - they're slightly unorganized, which admittedly is quite a feat for a band that's been around as long as they have. there was a ton of unnecessary feedback between songs. but the songs hit me right in my gut. ever get goosebumps listening to music? it's like the best feeling ever, right? yeah. i had that ALL NIGHT. especially when they did "happy when it rains." there's just something about hearing and seeing the band live, when they do your favorite song...hard to describe. if i had just fallen over dead at the end of the night i would have been ok with that. that's how happy it made me. i'm not really sure what else to say about the show; i would recommend going to see them if you ever have the chance. they might suck the night that you go see them, but they might do your favorite song and then you can die happy like i'm going to.
september 8, 2012: a night of pure unadulterated bliss and shitty pictures.
my first introduction to this band was through a really good friend, jesse. he was the first guy to play bass in my band and was always like a brother to me. he's married now and moved far away but i still love him. he used to burn cds for me of bands he thought i would like. he was really good at knowing too. like, for instance, he's friends with this guy whose brother was the guitarist in a band called stellastarr* so he bought me their cds as they came out. i instantly fell in love with the swirly guitar and the beautiful songs. they have since become one of my favorite bands and i'm sad to say that i never got to see them before they stopped being a band, but my love stays strong. (and don't worry, this is all related to the jesus & mary chain; just hang in there and enjoy the magic of my story.)
jesse also burned a copy of darklands along with some live tracks for me, and again - instant love. that guitar. that voice. what's not to like? "happy when it rains" went on almost every mix cd i made for other people. so much love. when i heard they were touring i got really excited; when i heard they were playing the union transfer in philly, i got really REALLY excited. i bought 2 tickets because boyfriend chris (remember him?) wanted to go. we broke up before the show which was nice, because i got to go by myself and not worry about him upsetting me the whole time. plus i saw some friends there, 2 girls who used to work at the record store with me, and got to hang out and talk with them instead, and that's way better.
the other person i saw there? oh, just mike, the guitarist from stellastarr*, no big deal or anything (just kidding; it took me half an hour to convince myself it was ok to go say hi to him) (also, i TOLD YOU this was all related). so i had mentioned that this guy's brother is friends with jesse and all those guys that i am now friends with. so, years ago, we all went to see him do a solo performance at some local bar, and i met him that night, and that was it. so i wasn't sure if he would even remember me but i decided to risk it anyway. either he actually did remember me or he was just being polite, but he did talk to me for a while. i showed him the stellastarr* button that was on my bag and he was like "NO WAY! that's so cool!" he knows my bandmates, so he asked about them, i told him how the band is doing, invited him to some shows, whatever. overall, it was a very cool conversation and it totally made my night. and the band hadn't even played yet!
but when they did...oh my lord. i had been warned that they're terrible live. sure - they're slightly unorganized, which admittedly is quite a feat for a band that's been around as long as they have. there was a ton of unnecessary feedback between songs. but the songs hit me right in my gut. ever get goosebumps listening to music? it's like the best feeling ever, right? yeah. i had that ALL NIGHT. especially when they did "happy when it rains." there's just something about hearing and seeing the band live, when they do your favorite song...hard to describe. if i had just fallen over dead at the end of the night i would have been ok with that. that's how happy it made me. i'm not really sure what else to say about the show; i would recommend going to see them if you ever have the chance. they might suck the night that you go see them, but they might do your favorite song and then you can die happy like i'm going to.
september 8, 2012: a night of pure unadulterated bliss and shitty pictures.
the vibrators
i saw the vibrators on october 1, 2012 at legendary dobbs in philly.
this is one of those catching up posts that i'm going to have to get used to since i was lazy and neglectful for so long.
the idea of doing this one first was brought on because i'm wearing the t-shirt i got at that show today and it's raised some eyebrows, pretty much every time i wear it. especially today, i think i scared the guy that works at the ten thousand villages near me. he always likes my t-shirts but was not expecting this one.
ANYWAY. so, technically, i can say "i saw the vibrators at a tiny bar in philly!" but, did i really see the vibrators? this has been their line-up for years but it's not the classic one. knox, the voice of the vibrators, is missing. i knew he wouldn't be there going into it, but it's still kinda disappointing. that being said - it was a really good time and they still kick ass. there were a few opening bands, and they were ok, but it kinda sucked standing through all of them, especially when i was there by myself, and everyone else there all seemed to know each other.
so, here is my sort of cute vibrators story: between bands, eddie (the only original member, who just happens to be the drummer) was sitting behind the merch table, and standing next to the table was pete (i like to call him "new guy" but that's not really fair, and also he's really fucking cool, so yay for pete...ok he's also like really good looking so there's that, but whatever, ok?). so they're both at the table and i want to buy the aforementioned shirt; eddie is actually dozing off in his seat. this is going well...pete had to hit his arm to wake him up. i said "i'd like the whips and furs shirt in a small, please." it was $15; i gave him a twenty. then it got silly. he couldn't find change; i guess he misplaced all the merch money, which is really not funny, but i'm assuming they found it eventually. i stood there for a while as he fumbled around, looking in his backpack, other bags, under the table, etc. it was like a scene from a comedy movie that goes on for way too long but you're still laughing at the end of it. i was pretty much ready to say "keep the $5!" which, in hindsight, i should have done sooner. meanwhile, pete is just shaking his head and finally pulls out his wallet, takes five ones out and hands them to me, with an apologetic smile and shake of the head. poor eddie. still, kind of a fun story to tell.
as far as the actual show: they did "automatic lover" and "baby baby" so i was happy. they did a bunch of other songs off of pure mania which is one of those cds that i will put in my car and then have to force myself to take it out months later. for real. so, can we just talk about "baby baby" for a second? seriously - i would marry someone if they serenaded me with that song. ever since i first heard it, i thought it was the perfect love song. punk rock, for sure, but with lyrics like:
ah, your eyes are so pretty, and the clothes you wear they're so fine
oh won't you come around to my place, just wanna use up a little of your time
hello, doesn't that make you just fucking swoon like a little teenybopper girl?
it was definitely lacking a little something without knox singing, but still a really fucking great live moment for me. i was surrounded by a bunch of people all singing along. it was like heaven. HEAVEN I SAY. i had a lovely time all around. we were going to catch them when we were in england but they were playing somewhere really far from london and it would have been really expensive to get there (as well as take all day). not worth it, sadly. but, for $5 and a relatively short car ride away? totally, 110% worth it.
also - fun fact - the band stiff little fingers took their name from the vibrators song of the same name. it's also on pure mania. have you bought it yet? what is taking you so long? and jeez, this is the second time i've mentioned the fingers without talking about seeing them, i should really do an update about all their shows i've gone to.
here are the vibrators in a really shitty phone picture that i took while being jostled around because punk shows are about shouting and dancing, not taking fancy pixxx.
this is one of those catching up posts that i'm going to have to get used to since i was lazy and neglectful for so long.
the idea of doing this one first was brought on because i'm wearing the t-shirt i got at that show today and it's raised some eyebrows, pretty much every time i wear it. especially today, i think i scared the guy that works at the ten thousand villages near me. he always likes my t-shirts but was not expecting this one.
ANYWAY. so, technically, i can say "i saw the vibrators at a tiny bar in philly!" but, did i really see the vibrators? this has been their line-up for years but it's not the classic one. knox, the voice of the vibrators, is missing. i knew he wouldn't be there going into it, but it's still kinda disappointing. that being said - it was a really good time and they still kick ass. there were a few opening bands, and they were ok, but it kinda sucked standing through all of them, especially when i was there by myself, and everyone else there all seemed to know each other.
so, here is my sort of cute vibrators story: between bands, eddie (the only original member, who just happens to be the drummer) was sitting behind the merch table, and standing next to the table was pete (i like to call him "new guy" but that's not really fair, and also he's really fucking cool, so yay for pete...ok he's also like really good looking so there's that, but whatever, ok?). so they're both at the table and i want to buy the aforementioned shirt; eddie is actually dozing off in his seat. this is going well...pete had to hit his arm to wake him up. i said "i'd like the whips and furs shirt in a small, please." it was $15; i gave him a twenty. then it got silly. he couldn't find change; i guess he misplaced all the merch money, which is really not funny, but i'm assuming they found it eventually. i stood there for a while as he fumbled around, looking in his backpack, other bags, under the table, etc. it was like a scene from a comedy movie that goes on for way too long but you're still laughing at the end of it. i was pretty much ready to say "keep the $5!" which, in hindsight, i should have done sooner. meanwhile, pete is just shaking his head and finally pulls out his wallet, takes five ones out and hands them to me, with an apologetic smile and shake of the head. poor eddie. still, kind of a fun story to tell.
as far as the actual show: they did "automatic lover" and "baby baby" so i was happy. they did a bunch of other songs off of pure mania which is one of those cds that i will put in my car and then have to force myself to take it out months later. for real. so, can we just talk about "baby baby" for a second? seriously - i would marry someone if they serenaded me with that song. ever since i first heard it, i thought it was the perfect love song. punk rock, for sure, but with lyrics like:
ah, your eyes are so pretty, and the clothes you wear they're so fine
oh won't you come around to my place, just wanna use up a little of your time
hello, doesn't that make you just fucking swoon like a little teenybopper girl?
it was definitely lacking a little something without knox singing, but still a really fucking great live moment for me. i was surrounded by a bunch of people all singing along. it was like heaven. HEAVEN I SAY. i had a lovely time all around. we were going to catch them when we were in england but they were playing somewhere really far from london and it would have been really expensive to get there (as well as take all day). not worth it, sadly. but, for $5 and a relatively short car ride away? totally, 110% worth it.
also - fun fact - the band stiff little fingers took their name from the vibrators song of the same name. it's also on pure mania. have you bought it yet? what is taking you so long? and jeez, this is the second time i've mentioned the fingers without talking about seeing them, i should really do an update about all their shows i've gone to.
here are the vibrators in a really shitty phone picture that i took while being jostled around because punk shows are about shouting and dancing, not taking fancy pixxx.
07 April 2013
robin zander
i just found out earlier this week that robin zander was doing a solo show at the brighton bar tonight. when my friend and i were at the glen/sylvain show he bought tickets for us because cheap trick is one of his favorite bands (he basically wishes he was robin zander) and i'm the reason he knew about it.
i really like cheap trick a lot; the first time i saw them was when they opened for aerosmith on the honkin' on bobo tour. the second and only other time i've seen them was at the tla in philly...sometime...i forget what year that was. sorry. that was a really cool place to see them, too, since it's way smaller than whatever huge fucking place aerosmith played. i don't remember a lot about that show except that i had a lot of fun and they are a great live band and also - robin zander has an incredible voice that hasn't changed at all with age.
he had a pretty great set list tonight. they did a lot of covers, a few of his solo songs, and, of course, some cheap trick. some of the covers were "getting better" and "slow down." i mention those first because i love the beatles (i know, who doesn't...i should make a whole post about what the beatles are to me...but i digress) and hearing him fucking belting that shit out made me so incredibly happy. ok. so, also "mind games," "dancing days," and "my generation," and now i can't remember which rolling stones song...but he did one of those. and then he was like "let's play some cheap trick!" and i was like FUCKING YEAH LET'S DO IT.
"i want you to want me." "surrender." "california man." fucking "dream police" was on the set list but they didn't have time to play it i guess so they skipped right to the last song - another cover - "it's a long way to the top." hi. i love ac/dc. that was so fucking cool. i smiled the entire night. i'm pretty sure everyone did.
he is really fun to watch. he's a performer. a real front man. he knows just how to interact with the crowd; enough to keep everyone engaged, but not too much. he was answering people who shouted at him, leaning over the people in the front row, and during "slow down," there's that one line "best little woman that i've ever had" - he leaned over and held some girl's chin and sang that line right to her. it was so sweet. stuff like that. he made some priceless faces when he took a sip of a shot that someone in the crowd handed to him.
my only complaint, and it's not much of one, was the band; i guess maybe i was expecting something a little cheap trickier but it was just a bunch of old dudes who played really well but didn't have the same kind of chemistry. it's ok. they're still great. i'd still go again. absolutely. robin's voice makes me all happy and wobbly feeling. you know what i mean right? whatever, if you don't then i feel sorry for you.
oh yeah! the opening band was called frankenstein 3000 and they definitely earned at least one new fan tonight (you know, me). they're great.
oh yeah! the opening band was called frankenstein 3000 and they definitely earned at least one new fan tonight (you know, me). they're great.
after the show, we decided to hang out and see if robin came out to meet people and stuff. so my friend went out to the car to get the cheap trick cd he brought along for him to sign. well, he did come out, and even though a bunch of drunk jerks kept butting in front of us (one of those bitches had two set lists; TWO! greedy motherfucker, learn to share) i kept scooting closer and pulling my friend along and finally there was a gap and robin looked right at me so i said "hi!" and he said "hi!" and i was like now is our chance!!! and i shoved my friend in front of me and was like "here!" i have never seen him so nervous before. robin signed his cd and they talked a little bit, and then he looked at me and i said "...i didn't bring anything for you to sign. because i'm an idiot." and he laughed and said "it's ok, so am i." and he has this killer smile and then he squeezed my arm (why do rock stars do this to me? it melts my heart something fierce; i mean, it's all fine and dandy, but the sylvain squeeze nearly killed me the other night, and now robin...yikes) and he said "well, it was really nice to see you!" and the squeeze and the smile and the way he said it...i really do think it was nice to see me. i shook his hand and said "thank you!" and then we walked away. and then we both fangirled/boyed almost the whole way home.
thank you robin. you are a sweetheart and we love you.
04 April 2013
glen & sylvain part 2
alright, so i went to see glen matlock and sylvain sylvain again tonight. last night. what day is it? i don't fucking know. don't judge me. it was the best decision i made all day and i didn't even decide. my friend knew i wanted to go and talked me into it; he was interested in it too because i got him into the new york dolls so he was curious to see the sylvain solo gig. i wasn't going to go because it meant leaving early from work, and i had already showed up super late so i felt bad leaving early, but luckily i have a very understanding boss who gets how important these dudes are to me. also you can read part 1 of my glen/syl adventures if you click here.
yeah- so i'm delirious right now but i wanted to write everything i remember right now before i sleep and forget everything. also my friend was buying me beers all night; i don't think there was a time when i wasn't drinking so i was kind of wasted by the end of the night. i'm sure there is a ton of stuff i'm not remembering and i just hope i didn't come off like a drunken idiot. anyway, at one point early on sylvain walked past me and squeezed my arm and said "hey! it's good to see you!" and it broke my brain. good to see me? sylvain said that? who am i? what's going on? he stopped and talked to me again before he went onstage and was talking to me like i'm an important person. which, let's face it, i'm not, but whatever. he can think that, i'm not going to stop him.
ok, so sylvain takes the stage and does a lot of the same stuff as before, but you know what? it was just as good. NO. better than before. i think it was a combination of the venue being really rad (this was at the brighton bar, by the way) and the drinking. he covered "femme fatale" again and did "you can't put your arms around a memory" and fucking "TRASH" again!!! fuck yeah. he played that one last, and the end went on for a really long time and it was amazing. also i love it when he does his johnny thunders imitation. sylvain is seriously the coolest and anyone who disagrees can fight me.
so then glen took the stage and again, did a lot of the same stuff, but i actually enjoyed his set more than i did the last time, somehow. he did the same sex pistols songs, the same rich kids songs, the same scott walker song, the monkees, etc. my friend knew nothing about him going into the show and was really impressed, and kept going on about how cool his voice is. i'm so glad he came with me because no one else i know appreciates this shit like i do, but he gets it. and glen is THE MAN. he has such an undeniable stage presence; if you haven't seen him, you're missing out.
and then they did a few songs together. they did showdown again, and personality crisis, and fucking dedicated follower of fashion! and in some kind of special effort to kill me with happiness (which almost succeeded) they covered a t.rex song. not my favorite, as it was "bang a gong" but can i tell you what it was like watching sylvain and glen sing marc bolan right in front of me? i can't tell you. because there are no words. as they left the stage, the guy that sylvain had playing bass for him stopped and said to me "i thought you were joan jett!"
and that, my friends, is the greatest compliment of them all.
by that time i was ready to retire into the happy punk rock kids home because i didn't think anything could ever top that. EVER. and then i went up to say something to sylvain because i love him obviously and he did that thing where he squeezed my arm again, and i turned into jelly, and he said "i need your help." I NEED YOUR HELP. SYLVAIN, MY HELP, HE NEEDS IT. he gave me his guitar. HE GAVE ME HIS GUITAR. I CARRIED SYLVAIN'S GUITAR. we went over to the bar and he wanted to sit with me. so i sat with him. and we talked. and i had his guitar standing next to me and i was leaning on it the whole time. i ended up not talking to him that much because all of the other fans came up and were talking to him and he didn't ignore anybody, which i really admire. i love that. he held this one girl's hand the entire time she was talking to him. how sweet is that? one thing i do remember him saying to me was "so, do you play music too?" and i said "yeah. well, kind of. i'm a drummer. i don't know if that really counts." and he said "i thought so, you have that look." that's a pretty great thing to have anyone say to you, let alone the guitar player from the fucking new york dolls. oh, so he offered me sips of his drinks. one of them was a shot of whiskey, it's called fireball? i don't like whiskey but i tried it because when sylvain looks at you and says "you gotta try this" well... you gotta try it. and it tasted exactly like those candies, atomic fireballs, you know those really hot things? yeah. anyway...uh...where was i? oh yeah, DRINKING OUT OF SYLVAIN'S SHOT GLASS. NO BIG DEAL OR ANYTHING. yeah... so glen came over at some point and said hello, and i was like "i was at the allentown show the other week," and he said "i know, i recognized you from that." AHHH YOU DID?? THAT'S SO COOL OH MY GOD I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO SAY NOW... i actually have no idea what i said to him then... probably something really stupid/embarrassing. i think he asked where i'm from or something. my boss wanted me to ask him if that jizzing in the sandwich story is true but i couldn't bring myself to do it. so then sylvain and his bassist were talking about the t.rex song, or maybe my friend brought it up to them, and they said how glen didn't want to do it for some reason and i butted in that i was so glad they did do it and i pointed out that i was wearing a t.rex shirt. then i told sylvain that i saw him at the marc bolan tribute show a million years ago, in new york, with clem burke drumming and he was like "oh yeah! you were there? wasn't i good?" hahahaha. i love him.
then i guess they were leaving so he wanted me to "help" him carry his guitar outside. i don't think i did...i think my friend grabbed the case from me...probably for the better at that point. so we get out to their car and i finally buy a book from glen but i don't have enough money for a cd too, and you know what he says? "don't worry about it, you can pay me back next time."
WHY ARE YOU GUYS SO FUCKING COOL I CAN'T STAND IT
so we said goodbye to them and that was basically it. i don't know if anything can ever top this. i mean, drinking sips of sylvain's shots and talking about marc bolan and glen remembering me and all of that...it's just too much for me. excuse me while i slip into a sleepy/happy coma. i really hope i wake up in time for work tomorrow. fingers crossed...
yeah- so i'm delirious right now but i wanted to write everything i remember right now before i sleep and forget everything. also my friend was buying me beers all night; i don't think there was a time when i wasn't drinking so i was kind of wasted by the end of the night. i'm sure there is a ton of stuff i'm not remembering and i just hope i didn't come off like a drunken idiot. anyway, at one point early on sylvain walked past me and squeezed my arm and said "hey! it's good to see you!" and it broke my brain. good to see me? sylvain said that? who am i? what's going on? he stopped and talked to me again before he went onstage and was talking to me like i'm an important person. which, let's face it, i'm not, but whatever. he can think that, i'm not going to stop him.
ok, so sylvain takes the stage and does a lot of the same stuff as before, but you know what? it was just as good. NO. better than before. i think it was a combination of the venue being really rad (this was at the brighton bar, by the way) and the drinking. he covered "femme fatale" again and did "you can't put your arms around a memory" and fucking "TRASH" again!!! fuck yeah. he played that one last, and the end went on for a really long time and it was amazing. also i love it when he does his johnny thunders imitation. sylvain is seriously the coolest and anyone who disagrees can fight me.
so then glen took the stage and again, did a lot of the same stuff, but i actually enjoyed his set more than i did the last time, somehow. he did the same sex pistols songs, the same rich kids songs, the same scott walker song, the monkees, etc. my friend knew nothing about him going into the show and was really impressed, and kept going on about how cool his voice is. i'm so glad he came with me because no one else i know appreciates this shit like i do, but he gets it. and glen is THE MAN. he has such an undeniable stage presence; if you haven't seen him, you're missing out.
and then they did a few songs together. they did showdown again, and personality crisis, and fucking dedicated follower of fashion! and in some kind of special effort to kill me with happiness (which almost succeeded) they covered a t.rex song. not my favorite, as it was "bang a gong" but can i tell you what it was like watching sylvain and glen sing marc bolan right in front of me? i can't tell you. because there are no words. as they left the stage, the guy that sylvain had playing bass for him stopped and said to me "i thought you were joan jett!"
and that, my friends, is the greatest compliment of them all.
by that time i was ready to retire into the happy punk rock kids home because i didn't think anything could ever top that. EVER. and then i went up to say something to sylvain because i love him obviously and he did that thing where he squeezed my arm again, and i turned into jelly, and he said "i need your help." I NEED YOUR HELP. SYLVAIN, MY HELP, HE NEEDS IT. he gave me his guitar. HE GAVE ME HIS GUITAR. I CARRIED SYLVAIN'S GUITAR. we went over to the bar and he wanted to sit with me. so i sat with him. and we talked. and i had his guitar standing next to me and i was leaning on it the whole time. i ended up not talking to him that much because all of the other fans came up and were talking to him and he didn't ignore anybody, which i really admire. i love that. he held this one girl's hand the entire time she was talking to him. how sweet is that? one thing i do remember him saying to me was "so, do you play music too?" and i said "yeah. well, kind of. i'm a drummer. i don't know if that really counts." and he said "i thought so, you have that look." that's a pretty great thing to have anyone say to you, let alone the guitar player from the fucking new york dolls. oh, so he offered me sips of his drinks. one of them was a shot of whiskey, it's called fireball? i don't like whiskey but i tried it because when sylvain looks at you and says "you gotta try this" well... you gotta try it. and it tasted exactly like those candies, atomic fireballs, you know those really hot things? yeah. anyway...uh...where was i? oh yeah, DRINKING OUT OF SYLVAIN'S SHOT GLASS. NO BIG DEAL OR ANYTHING. yeah... so glen came over at some point and said hello, and i was like "i was at the allentown show the other week," and he said "i know, i recognized you from that." AHHH YOU DID?? THAT'S SO COOL OH MY GOD I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO SAY NOW... i actually have no idea what i said to him then... probably something really stupid/embarrassing. i think he asked where i'm from or something. my boss wanted me to ask him if that jizzing in the sandwich story is true but i couldn't bring myself to do it. so then sylvain and his bassist were talking about the t.rex song, or maybe my friend brought it up to them, and they said how glen didn't want to do it for some reason and i butted in that i was so glad they did do it and i pointed out that i was wearing a t.rex shirt. then i told sylvain that i saw him at the marc bolan tribute show a million years ago, in new york, with clem burke drumming and he was like "oh yeah! you were there? wasn't i good?" hahahaha. i love him.
then i guess they were leaving so he wanted me to "help" him carry his guitar outside. i don't think i did...i think my friend grabbed the case from me...probably for the better at that point. so we get out to their car and i finally buy a book from glen but i don't have enough money for a cd too, and you know what he says? "don't worry about it, you can pay me back next time."
WHY ARE YOU GUYS SO FUCKING COOL I CAN'T STAND IT
so we said goodbye to them and that was basically it. i don't know if anything can ever top this. i mean, drinking sips of sylvain's shots and talking about marc bolan and glen remembering me and all of that...it's just too much for me. excuse me while i slip into a sleepy/happy coma. i really hope i wake up in time for work tomorrow. fingers crossed...
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