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Terminal Boardumb => Music Shit => Topic started by: I Am Not Marty Feldman on July 26, 2015, 07:28:10 PM
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I don't go out much these days, but I thought of this today, for whatever reason.
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I was maybe 20. Drove up to Chicago to see the Kill-a-Watts play the Fireside Bowl. The opening band was a suburban punk deal, obviously comprised of dorks, all of them wearing Punk 101 t-shirts, two of them wearing diff DK tees. The guitarist and bassist would actually stop playing in the middle of songs to extend a middle finger to the audience, and in-between songs, the singer would say something like, "Fuck you! We're [etc.]." After they finished, they started breaking down their gear, and I saw the attractive female guitar player from the Kill-a-Watts approach the guitarist and say, dripping with sarcsasm, "I really liked the part where you guys flipped everyone off." He was visibly embarrassed and sheepishly said, "F-F-FUCK YOU!" I loved it. Kill-a-Watts took stage and were genuinely pretty obnoxious (and good).
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I swear I saw a hardcore band once -- can't remember which -- play before another Ryan Adams-lite alt-country band that sang a lot about drinking whiskey and the usual -- can't recall them, either -- and as they finished, the singer said, "Tom Petty's after us." I think it was in a Milwaukee basement. Tom Petty band was not pleased as they began.
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2010: For whatever reason, I find myself in some dumbass Manhattan sleeve-tat pro rock club. First band is from either Westchester or Long Island and is comprised of teens who most assuredly had to beg their parents to play in THE CITY on a school night. They're a mish-mash of high school misfits, an assortment of varying archetypes: there's the Guitar Center student who has a full stack, wearing a flame-pattern button-up and is eyeing his fingers as he plays with concentrated studiousness; the bassist who is doing Kris Novacelic as best he can, complete with low-slung bass; the drummer with a manchild goatee and double-bass drums and those glossy all-black Slim Jim sticks; and a singer who is doing a Hot Topic permutation of Iggy, shirtless, wearing silver/rubber hip-huggers with go-go boots and flailing all over the stage -- and off the stage, too, since there's no one on the floor watching them. Of the ten people in attendance, all of us are sitting on cushioned benches lining the room, and two of the spectators are laughing louder than the band is playing. The singer is rolling all over the floor, his chest and back covered in bar grime, and even he has to stop and laugh as the band misses cues and notes and whole verses and choruses and the two jokers in the audience are heckling him like mad. I'm pretty sure one of the hecklers actually goes to the bar, gets a beer, hands it to the singer and says, in between songs, "I will give you this if you stop playing." They do. The next band gets on, and it's a pretty tight & pro & good white co-ed r&b unit, and as they close, they call someone from the next band -- a glammy rock deal -- on stage to accompany them on guitar for a cover of "Dead Flowers." The glam guitar player takes stage, preening the Thunders hair and checking his clothing for lint and etc. And as the song begins, it's clear that he CANNOT play the song. Can't figure out the chords at all -- any of the four chords. Can't even understand the timing of the song. The guitarist for the r&b band actually starts yelling the chords at the guy, who's still floundering. Looks great, though. It was painful.
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When Busy Signals played Gonerfest in -- what was it -- 2008, I'd retreated to the parking lot just before our set, right as Ross Johnson & Jeff Evans began theirs. I'd brought a bottle of Malort with me from Chicago and shared it with friends as we shot breeze outside. I went inside to use the bathroom at one point, and Zac from Goner, looking a bit red, said, "Hey, sorry -- they'll be done soon." I said, Thanks, no problem, took a piss, and went back outside. A bandmate grabbed me and we went in to begin playing. After we finished our set, a number of people approached me asking what I thought of Johnson & Evans. Then one of my bandmates -- the one who stayed indoors -- said, "Yeah, I heard one of the two guys onstage say, 'Up next, some noo-wave sheeeeeit!' just before we played." Later learned that they devoted a significant part of their show to completely skewering us before we played. Was sorry I missed it.
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2006 or 2007: Busy Signals begrudgingly agree, after much badgering and a number of obvious false promises of dough from one Wreckless Derek, to play with the Plastic Letters at a coffee shop in a south suburb of Chicago. We arrive at the "club" and it's clear that no one in attendance, aside from our band and the Plastic Letters, is older than 21. We spend most of our time in the van or walking around the venue, which is nestled in a strip-mall seemingly removed from anything resembling the city some 30 minutes due-north. We eventually head inside when we learn that it's easy to smuggle beer into the coffee house and they also allow smoking indoors. I wander in as the first band plays. They are four 17-year-olds dressed almost precisely like the Raspberries, the Knack and Incredible Kidda Band rolled into one. They sound like Motley Crue or Turbonegro. Number of songs left in the set announced after every single song, thankyous piling atop one another after every other. After an hour of originals and a number of Dead Boys, Jam and Ramones covers, we take the stage and play to about 50 teens who unfold lawn chairs, sit and cross their arms -- kids who were previously dancing, screaming, sweating, yelling and making out -- as they watch us play. We end our set, exchange a series of smirks and funny looks with one another, then retreat to a table. I and the other member of the band who smokes light up. A member of the first band walks up to our table and says, "I want a cigarette." My bandmate says, "Then go buy some at the gas station over there." The teen says, "I actually already have smokes," then affects a streetwise haughtiness and adds, "I just want a light." I don't say anything and hand him my lighter. For what seems like ten minutes but is probably two, we all watch as he attempts to stoke the light -- over and over and over again. He can't do it. My bandmate says, "Christ, just let me do that for you," and does. The teen puffs on his cigarette, coughs violently, and then looks at our female member and says, "What are you doing later?"
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Just remembered: during that wonderful one-man band phase in the early '00s, I saw a guy spend 30 minutes setting up his equipment at the Mutiny, one of the fucking worst bars in Chicago, then take the stage and forget everything he ever knew about his songs in front of about 50 people. He was done in five minutes. I actually felt bad for him. He was embarrassed.
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More like "Embarrassing Shows I've Played"!
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I want to read those stories.
I once played a show with the first band I joined, the Creatures of the Black Lagoon, in Gibson City, IL. It was a bowling alley in a "city" of 500 people. We were heckled to no end by a throng of massive bikers, and after a bit of push-back on stage, I was pretty sure I was about to get the shit kicked out of me. I didn't. Clipped a deer's leg on the way out of town. Broke my headlight. Actually a fun night.
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One group played 2 gigs. The 2nd gig was at Acme Underground, NYC. During the first 30 seconds of a song, the singer (drunken singer) fell off the stage. He took his mic & stand, my mic and stand and my monitor with him. The people from the club put the monitor back all the way at the side of the stage. I couldn't hear any vocals after that. I sang backing vocals in all our songs, but they didn't give me my mic back. The singer thought it was really funny. No one watched us. We broke up right after that.
Just as well. This group suffered from an identity crisis from day one. We played fake synth / goth music. We recorded a 3 song demo with a British hip hop producer... These guys weren't even on drugs, I was the only one. It was pretty dumb...
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Played a frathouse in 2002. Actually went over surprisingly well until I started talking to people after we played. Never carried shit out of a show faster than that. Played their rival frat a few months later, in the basement, and jumped up while playing and knocked my head directly on a crossbeam. Fell flat and was incapacitated for about one minute. Would later do the same at a club in Japan -- look, Ma, I've made it.
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Me and the same singer had an alternative rock band after that. We played 4 gigs and broke up. After the 1st show, someone came up to the singer at the mall and asked "Were you in that band the other night?" He said yes and these girls started telling him about how we were one of the worst bands they'd ever seen in their life. Before every gig, the other guitarist and drummer and bassist would get so stoned that they would Suck and forget our songs. Me and the singer would say "You guys are too stoned, you sound like shit now." and they would answer right back. "No. We sound better now!"
We broke up On Stage at the last gig, at Connections in Clifton, NJ. The bassist spit in the singer's face and told him to go fuck himself.
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We broke up On Stage at the last gig. The bassist spit in the singer's face and told him to go fuck himself.
Now we're cookin'!
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Discontent a late 80s style hardcore band from Grand Blanc, Michgan had their frat boy-lookin' singer throw a shit fit and quit halfway through their first show. A long, lean Zodiac Mindwarp-lookin' motherfucker I'd never seen before jumped up onstage, grabbed the mic, sang like a madman, and finished the set. I dunno who dude was, I never saw him again, but the transition from a horrible to pretty excellent band during the same set was hilarious and awesome.
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Saw the lead singer from the Hellacopters freak out in the middle of a song when a white trash dude gave him a Hitler salute about ten years ago. Best part of their eight-hour set.
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Forgot about this one: first legal 21+ show I saw was the Mistreaters, Detroit Cobras, Baseball Furies and Lost Sounds in Milwaukee, at the Cactus Club. I drove over three hours to see it, as the Lost Sounds were my favorite band at the time. All the bands were good, but the Cobras were grating for obvious reasons. (That said, their drummer was simple & incredible.) Drove up to Green Bay to see the Lost Sounds the following night, and Jay said something like, "We played with the most pretentious fucking band in Milwaukee last night," in ref to the Cobras. And he was right. And the LS were even better at the white trash bar in GB that night. Fuck. They were really something at that point.
Worth noting: that GB show was one of the first shows the Catholic Boys played with Eric back in the fold on drums, I think, and they were really fucking good. Covered "What Gives?" and "Do You Love the Nazis?" and it blew me away.
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i posted about a show like this a few years back i will always remember when X played in paddington sydney '83 (ish). ian rilen still at the bar drinking while the band are ready to go on. he is loudly saying stuff to them like "fuck off, i don't wanna play" "play without me" "i don't feel like it" etc. so lucas & cafiero get up on stage and start playing without him. rilen keeps drinking at the bar while their roadie tries to cajole him into getting up on stage. but rilen's having none of it and only gets louder and more abusive. meanwhile lucas and cafiero are up there playing away unfazed by their missing bass player. eventually the roadie manages to get rilen on stage and is trying to strap the bass on a very unwilling bassist. after much struggling the roadie manages to get the bass strapped on the reluctant bassist. the next battle is to get the lead from the amp plugged into the bass, but as soon as he plugs it in rilen pulls it out again. this goes on for awhile. the other two play on. after much pulling out of the lead the roadie firmly gaffer tapes it in and rilen actually plays a few bars of whatever song they are doing...then he stands on the lead and it comes out again. by this time the roadie has completely lost his cool and jumps onstage to plug it in again and starts shouting at bassist. reluctant bassist takes offence to this and takes a swing at roadies head knocking him off the stage, then promptly falls over himself. a now hurt and enraged roadie clamours back onstage to kill the belligerent bassist, when bassist sees this he takes off the bass and swings it at the roadies head. luckily its only a glancing blow. the band other two now look over and smile knowingly at the scene on the other side of the stage. meanwhile a now murderous roadie and pissed off drunken angry bass player are going at it like a pair of mismatched cage wrestlers in a fight to the death. the other two play on. the fight is now off the stage and in the crowd. eventually they are dragged off each other and separated by members of the crowd. the other two finish the song look at each other shrug their shoulders and say "goodnight folks that's it". great show!
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man, this is pretty bad. i mean, i could sit here and tell stories all night long. jesus.
i mean, my first "real" band (band that played actual punk shows) was fronted by jamie evolution, who loved to spraypaint swastikas all over the place. he's the one responsible for this masterpiece from the back of last sons of krypton "teenage trash" single.
(http://i.imgur.com/IDGOpl3.jpg)
i was living in my van at the time, and drove it across town before seeing his fresh paint job. needless to say, i was not real excited about it, but at least RJ had a camera. i got some spraypaint and painted over it, parked across town the next night, and woke up the following morning with "GOOK" painted on the door.
anyhoo... yeah, i was in a band with these guys.
(http://i.imgur.com/2WW11Oc.jpg)
so where was i? oh yeah, 1994, manitowoc wisconsin. our band the stickpinz scored an opening slot for a gig with urbndk and rkl. jamie is already fucked up out of his mind on a couple bottles of robitussin when we pick him up. there's a pretty good crowd there, the oldest member of our band is 16, the youngest 14. we kick off our tune "don't worry about me (worry about yourself)" which has the lyrics "I'm a nazi supporting white national socialist." the song ends, and the people watching do not clap. they dont make any sound. they just kind of stand there, a few of them with their mouths hanging open.
hey, the guy was one of the only kids i knew who was hip to decent music at that age in this small city. i didnt give a shit about the content of his lyrics, i was just psyched he was capable of writing lyrics and singing punk rock music and wanted to practice and get drunk with us every day, all summer long. and he was just as willing to sing the shit the rest of us wrote, like our guitar players anti drug anthem, which he would sing "drugs are for FOOLS - like YOU!" while stoned out of his mind and drunk off his ass, hahaha. none of us particularly enjoyed his nazi posturing, but it didnt bother us enough to do more than roll our eyes and say "bullshit" either.
anyways, a short time later we were outside, and jamie literally threatened EVERYONE to fight. people were pretty much just feeling sorry for him and trying to avoid contact, but eventually someone got pissed enough to punch him and toss him in the gutter, and finally spit on him.
that was the beginning, and it wasnt exactly uphill much from there. most of the really bad stuff i wont even tell, because it sure doesnt make me look good even being involved in it. i dont know how else to explain it but the friendship of the damned, people who hung out together not because we particularly liked or enjoyed each other's company, but just because we were all so sick and fucked up in our own ways that nobody else could tolerate us.
1995 - a 17 year old jamie evolution already looks like an old man
(http://i.imgur.com/GUBPh0E.jpg)
so yeah, after that we played mostly parties and didnt get any more "real" punk gigs. 1995, me, ann and RJ are hanging out all the time, trying to get a band going. RJ would try to write songs, stuff like "pedro is a spic", "ringo is gay", and "kill the elf" but he had no understanding of verse/chorus or even basic song structure, so it was just random bar chords, different every time. finally we settled on a process of writing down arbitrary numbers selected at random just so we could have a bass and guitar playing the same notes each time.
everybody hated us. even the people who didnt know us, once they talked to the scene kids about us, we would be cut off. nobody would book us and nobody would even share a practice space. we were pretty much fucked. jamie took to carrying a lead pipe around after some kids made him take off his jean jacket and watch as they burned it in front of him. the few times we did manage to get put on a bill, everyone would go outside while we played. this was a trend in our hometown that continued well into the time last sons of krypton were in their heyday. 100 people would be at a show, and there would be 15 of them inside when we played. people were constantly picking fights with us.
it was halloween and me, ann, and a kid from my new high school had a band called "man in space". we did mostly crappy covers, including a "punk" version of the mister ed theme.
http://youtu.be/PT6Ql3z6fvg
the school was having a halloween dance, and they said our band could play. afterwards, there would be a pie eating contest downstairs in the band room. everything was going great until most everyone left for the pie eating part, thats when the rest of us who were hanging out bored in the auditorium/cafeteria decided to trash the place. we were tossing chairs, smashing pumpkins, just totally wrecked the place. i had a camera and was shooting video. you can see that video beginning at the 2:05 mark. note pumpkin smash by dude on the right at 2:27
http://youtu.be/0gKRcMSLLFc
eventually the kids in the contest and the chaperones came back upstairs and saw the damage. luckily they didnt think to ask to see my video tape!!! anyways, we told them that some other, bigger kids we did not know had come in and trashed it. one girl was sobbing hysterically, just crying because she was so sad that we smashed her pumpkin. the janitor refused to clean it and left the whole mess for monday morning, for the principal to see in person. the police were also called. it was not to be the last time we incurred the wrath of the two rivers wisconsin high school staff, because just a few short months later...
LAST SONS OF KRYPTON were born, and had our first opportunity to play at my old high school in manitowoc's BATTLE OF THE BANDS, which one of the other loser bands was fronted by a dude who offed himself not long thereafter after failing to graduate on time, but i digress... (i have a tape of the show)
back to the city between two rivers. our brand new band is given the opportunity to play a halftime show on two rivers community access cable television! i assumed nobody was watching or gave a shit about locally televised high school basketball games, but 1995 small town wisconsin was not ready for the likes of I DONT WANT TO GO TO SCHOOL, which i had never even considered the content of, to be offensive, other than the FUCK YOU SCHOOL'S NOT COOL part of the song, but anyways, apparently some folks didnt care for it, so first thing monday morning i was called down to the principals office, and hollered at, to which i could only snicker, having (literally) over 200 detentions on the books (they would have weekend "double hours" detention where kids would sit 8 hours and get credit for 16) you could not graduate until you did your detentions, which was fine with me, because i had no intention of graduating anyhow. so old man "mr wood" is in my face "YOU THINK THIS IS FUNNY?" and i am like "yeah. its pretty funny" hahaha, because, what do i care?
we recorded "atom bomb" a few days later, and i dropped out of high school. in addition to last sons of krypton, with RJ, who was a legit great punk singer and front man, i had another band, the dropouts, with my friends who were all dropouts. jamie evolution, the less talented but still cool young local punk singer, had graduated from racism to misogyny (gonna grab you by the hair and tear the shit out - show you what pain is all about - kick you in the head until you are dead - i want you to be dead, girl.) and we were churning out the hits, and, and, AND, my dad's neighbor turned out to be in a way cool garage punk band that needed a drummer, so i was doing that too.
in manitowoc, where there was a thriving punk scene, we couldnt get noticed, but eventually the demos started turning heads and ears up in green bay, and we snagged an opening spot for THE BUSINESS. we were TBA on the flyer, and there were lots of manitowoc folks at the show not expecting to see us walk in with our guitars and shit. we packed four people, two amps, and a basic drum kit into this gremlin. i have a tape of the show. we rocked the place, of course.
(http://i.imgur.com/4y1QJ1W.jpg)
i mean, i could write a book about this shit. god, just the dropouts have so many ridiculous stories. its 1998, i am 19 years old now and have experienced being a runaway, and eventually ending up homeless down in florida. i am back in my hometown, with nowhere to stay, and not really giving a fuck. spoiler alert: the night ends with me in jail.
we were supposed to play this party, that we showed up just as the dude's parents were leaving town, with six kegs of beer. that put the end to that plan, but in those days of yore before the cell phone was invented, folks in rural manitowoc county converged anyways, and we set out in search for a location for revelry. there was a caravan of about 20 cars slowly driving from one farmhouse to another, until we eventually found a hopping wedding reception way out in the middle of nowhere, at a bar that had recently went out of business. theyre cool with all the people crashing the party, because we have a van full of beer kegs, but to the credit of the original intended hosts, theyre determined to have our band play.
by this time, we're not high school kids anymore. we might have been 19-20 but we were well into our addictions. the scene that originally excluded us has mostly evaporated as the posers go on to college and folks with motivation and brains move ANYWHERE BUT MANITOWOC hahaha. simply by continuing to exist as a manitowoc punk band, we had generated a few supporters. someone started throwing basement shows, they became a regular thing, it built up to this 6 keg night, and luckily, we had found a venue that seemed at least willing to entertain the IDEA of having us play. the deal was let the band play, and we share our beer.
the wedding party sent a guy to ask us some questions, he seemed leery at our shitty amps and crappy radio shack PA, but we assured him we could play metallica and sabbath and all that hard rock radio shit, and we would gladly play it all night long if they would just give us a shot. well, rural manitowoc county does not have that high of a standard for their entertainment, and we did come with a whole shitload of free beer, so they gave us the go ahead and we tooted up some lines quick out in the parking lot. jamie was wasted, he fell face first onto the ground and didnt even manage to put his hands out, totally fucked up his forehead. bleeding, he leads us through our 15 min set of classics like "vietnam in the USA" (which only lyrics are "I want another Vietnam" x4 and then "VIETNAM IN THE U.S.A." x4) and the afore mentioned "Dead Girl". we keep promising to play the cover tunes after "just a few more of our originals" and after FOUR HOURS of playing the same 15 minutes of music, over and over, we FINALLY play "louie louie" until they pulled the plug. i have a tape of that show. when we got back to town, i was wandering around aimlessly with nowhere to go when the cops snatched me up for a warrant for unpaid fines and i spent the rest of the weekend in jail.
another time we were playing this basement with a 50 gallon barrel of wop. it was 6:45 and i was the drunkest i had ever been, in my life. we could barely play and steve smut, who was on bass at the time, was pissed because he spent $1200 on a PA and i guess we didnt sound like the descendents or whatever. so at the end of the set he hits me in the face with his bass and trashes my drums. its like 7:15 or something, and i am wasted. i am staggering through people's yards, and there is a family having a BBQ. i walk into their yard, the father pulls his young daughter close as i projectile vomit all over their grass, while continuing to walk. i pass out in the car for a couple hours, and then i go upstairs and piss my pants. for some reason they decide to move the party to the vacant apartment upstairs where i am passed out with piss pants. i am vaguely aware of a band playing and everyone partying around me, but i am too drunk to really move or anything so i just lay there, wet. at one point jamie lifts someone;s wallet and they confront him about it, its one of the other bands drummer. jamie grabs a stick out of the window and starts violently waving it around. dude says to jamie "just give it back and apologize" and of course jamie responds "fuck you" so the guy drags him outside and is just taking his head and smashing it into the concrete in the driveway over and over, it makes a sick THUD sound over and over, and he just won't apologize. that woke me up, and we posed for some pictures.
https://youtu.be/Y4-dJl4gsB0
(http://i.imgur.com/k1tdury.jpg)
i have lots of other good stories, like getting kicked off the stage at midwest ripoff fest 2, or jamie attempting to steal all the door money from our chicago gig at empty bottle with loli and the chones and the brides... i could go on and on all night but i have already wasted FAR too much time on this...
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eh, you know what? fuck it.
the year is 1997. me and ann have separated, and roy is on bass for last sons. we're invited to play midwest rip off fest 2 in chicago, and the next night in green bay, with loli and the chones and the brides. empty bottle won't serve us because we're all underage, so we tell jamie he can be our manager if he gets us some booze. jamie was only 20 but he already looked 30, so he had no problem getting some bottles at the liquor store down the street. thing was, it was a long drive and we were pissed off, so now we were gonna show the empty bottle what was up! we were gonna be drunk as fuck, and if anybody messed with us, cops for instance we were gonna say "the empty bottle is where we got the liquor" hahaha. we pissed all over the backstage area and broke the boom box, smashed it on the floor. two of those liquor bottles were gone in about ten minutes between the five of us. the show was kind of a blur, luckily i have a tape of it.
http://youtu.be/zbOJ7eB_oxc
so right after loli and the chones finish their set, jamie goes up to the bar and asks for the cash, and i guess they didnt know who the promoter was or whatever because they actually gave it to him! so he pockets it, and tells us we need to get out of there in a hurry, but doesnt tell us exactly why, hahaha. so we're like "our shit isn't even loaded up yet" and meantime there is a posse forming on the other side of the room, and we're like running out the back door, so he just kind of drops the money and runs. we're already in the car and moving and he is running down the alley after us, and we didnt even shut the trunk so its just swinging open and closed, and i am drunk, and driving, looking in the rear view mirror at jamie running after us, and a group of people chasing him. i take it slow and eventually he is able to jump in while we are still moving.
the next night we show up to the gig in green bay, and guesss who is there? all the same people who wanted to kick our ass in chicago, thats who.
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the opening band is playing and we're passing around bottles of booze in plain sight. people are looking at us with open contempt. when we go grab our guitars some people seem surprised we're in a band. when we smashed our shit the night before at the end of the set, it broke the jacks out of our guitars. we had to borrow other people's shit because all our shit was broken. we couldnt play at all because we were too drunk, i remember falling down and just hitting an open A chord and looking at people's faces in the audience and thinking OH SHIT. shit shit shit.
we got about halfway through the set, RJ used to do this "act" where he would pretend to be more fucked up than he really was, and he would break shit, on purpose, like stomping on the monitors and throwing the microphone on the floor, stuff like that. it wasnt until we invited the attempted thief of the night before, our "manager" jamie up to the stage to sing some guest vocals, that timebomb tom lost it and got up and literally threw us off the stage. he shoved me into RJ, rj fell into roy, and roy fell off the side of the stage.
in the parking lot they were jumping around on the hoods of cars, and the brides entourage from chicago confronted us, one of them even pulled some brass knuckles on us, but i guess they realized it wasnt worth their time and laughed it off. we talked our way back inside the venue, and i dont remember exactly what happened, but someone was beating up roy, which i sort of expected, but then they spit on him and i jumped in. i take a swing at the guy and roy jumps on his back, and at one point i remember slamming dude's head into the PA speakers, and of course we got kicked out again, this time for good, and due to the repeated prank phone calls after the fact, i was not allowed in the record store in green bay or to attend any shows for over 5 years.
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Bradx just killed this thread and possibly the whole forum. Great stories. Sure wish user: k. hadn't quit.
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Some more embarrassing shows I've played.
Before the fake goth / electronic band broke up, we played a 'show' in someone's backyard, this weird gay kid in Nutley, NJ. His parents had a nice place. We did a couple songs and then... He turned out all the lights and started projecting porno movies onto the side of his house. People stopped watching us, got up and left, and went over by his house to watch the porno... I was mortified, especially since the "girl I liked" was there, and she didn't even watch our band, she watched the porno. :(
Bradx just killed this thread and possibly the whole forum.
Those were good stories, fucking hardcore.
My punk band when I was a teenager, ONE embarrassing show sticks out as being the Worst in my mind. Not shows where there was violence, not shows where people got arrested or whatever. This one where we were in a room full of people STARING at us. Not even clapping or booing or doing Anything! It just sucked so bad. We played with The Smugglers in Champaign, Ill and these fucking kids just all stood there, looking at us like we had 2 heads.
Song ends, golf clap for 2-3 seconds. After the gig we sold a PATCH. That's it. It was so shitty.
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I swear I saw a hardcore band once -- can't remember which -- play before another Ryan Adams-lite alt-country band that sang a lot about drinking whiskey and the usual -- can't recall them, either -- and as they finished, the singer said, "Tom Petty's after us." I think it was in a Milwaukee basement. Tom Petty band was not pleased as they began.
Damn, this sounds like something I woulda of done. If this really happened in a Milwaukee basement from like 2000-2010 it might of actually been me or atleast someone I know.
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About 5 yrs ago, opened from the Pierced Arrows at Subterreanean. Fred Cole was one of the singer's idols so he' nervous and drinking more than he usually already did.
Vee Dee finishes their set and we set our amps up. We're about to start when the singer walks down from upstairs onto stage smoking a cigarette. Keep in mind, you can't smoke in bars/clubs on Chicago.
Needless to say, club employees tell him to put it out....surprise surprise...he won't put it out. He proceeds to into a grown man tantrum about how they can't tell him what to becausr in his words, "everyone is here to see us". Finally, i get pissed and tell him "you're not Alan Vega, motherfucker". This sets hin off more and starts cussing me out. We finally start playing and it is the biggest pile of hoeseshit. Constant starts , stops and restarts. So bad that Faceless Man would have shaken their heads in disgust. Singer is barely singing, mostly just bitching and complaining to sound man about how shitty it sounds, all the while he's unplugging our cords while we try to play.
This torture goes in for 10 minutes and we finally stop. Back upstairs, singer tries to talk to Fred who fixes him a look of bemused disdain. Needless to say, we werent invited back there for quite a while. I think the set is on youtube somewhere
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Probably tough to top the LSOK shit...Evolutions were similar, too. Rarely did a show just go off where the band played & people clapped & etc., for either. Sometimes funny, often embarassing.
2006 or 2007: Busy Signals begrudgingly agree, after much badgering and a number of obvious false promises of dough from one Wreckless Derek, to play with the Plastic Letters at a coffee shop in a south suburb of Chicago. We arrive at the "club" and it's clear that no one in attendance, aside from our band and the Plastic Letters, is older than 21. We spend most of our time in the van or walking around the venue, which is nestled in a strip-mall seemingly removed from anything resembling the city some 30 minutes due-north. We eventually head inside when we learn that it's easy to smuggle beer into the coffee house and they also allow smoking indoors. I wander in as the first band plays. They are four 17-year-olds dressed almost precisely like the Raspberries, the Knack and Incredible Kidda Band rolled into one. They sound like Motley Crue or Turbonegro. Number of songs left in the set announced after every single song, thankyous piling atop one another after every other. After an hour of originals and a number of Dead Boys, Jam and Ramones covers, we take the stage and play to about 50 teens who unfold lawn chairs, sit and cross their arms -- kids who were previously dancing, screaming, sweating, yelling and making out -- as they watch us play. We end our set, exchange a series of smirks and funny looks with one another, then retreat to a table. I and the other member of the band who smokes light up. A member of the first band walks up to our table and says, "I want a cigarette." My bandmate says, "Then go buy some at the gas station over there." The teen says, "I actually already have smokes," then affects a streetwise haughtiness and adds, "I just want a light." I don't say anything and hand him my lighter. For what seems like ten minutes but is probably two, we all watch as he attempts to stoke the light -- over and over and over again. He can't do it. My bandmate says, "Christ, just let me do that for you," and does. The teen puffs on his cigarette, coughs violently, and then looks at our female member and says, "What are you doing later?"
He told me 'n crowbar the next night in Milwaukee, "yeah, we played in Chicago and it was awesome. Well, not quite Chicago, out in the suburbs I guess. The kids think we're rock stars and they HATED (big grin) the fuckin' Busy Signals. We sold so much merch." He was being extra-bafoonish so we stood right in front of him and off-keyed every "woah-oh" (which was half of every "song") until he turned red and fired beer bottles at us. The Milwaukee show didn't go nearly as well as the like, Chicago suburb one.
There was a band from central WI called Los Nosferatu who were kids who couldn't play well but did ok in the "spooky intstro" and "ghoulish Rip Off" categories. They were amped up to open for the Reds, who at the time (at least to people in the area) were the ultimate Rip Off thing going. Guitarist Dan O (who posts here occasionally, or used to) tried to impress with high nrg Guitar Wolf inspired splits guitar solo with hanging tongue during the first song, shreds knee, falls down next to also-fallen mic stand, and moans/writhes in pain into the nearby mic while the drummer kept going and Scott the Racist Bassist stood over him rocking out until they realize Dan was going to need to go to the emergency room a couple minutes later.
The last band I was in was basically an embarassment every other show or maybe even more often than that. Everyone got too fucked up to play except me, pretty much every time we played. One time it was so bad at a club we hadn't played before that the bassist (who is in his mid-30s) cried and was inconsolable the rest of the night. I don't think he hit a single correct note. Once, we played in the basement of the singer's house, and we were set up and hollering in the mics for him...but he was passed out upstairs so hard that punching him didn't wake him up. Someone came up and "sang" a song about how he needed to come and sing, but that didn't work. Finally, I went upstairs and just dragged him down, as it was already 20 minutes or so of us standing there fucking around. He sang stuff (but not the songs), the drummer puked several times, and it was completely unrecognizable. Sadly, that was not the first time the singer had passed out and had to be woken, and the drummer (second one, currently drinking for AKE) puked nearly every set, if not during, than right after. I figured that was enough for me a couple years ago, and it has been.
Forgot about this one: first legal 21+ show I saw was the Mistreaters, Detroit Cobras, Baseball Furies and Lost Sounds in Milwaukee, at the Cactus Club. I drove over three hours to see it, as the Lost Sounds were my favorite band at the time. All the bands were good, but the Cobras were grating for obvious reasons. (That said, their drummer was simple & incredible.) Drove up to Green Bay to see the Lost Sounds the following night, and Jay said something like, "We played with the most pretentious fucking band in Milwaukee last night," in ref to the Cobras. And he was right. And the LS were even better at the white trash bar in GB that night. Fuck. They were really something at that point.
Worth noting: that GB show was one of the first shows the Catholic Boys played with Eric back in the fold on drums, I think, and they were really fucking good. Covered "What Gives?" and "Do You Love the Nazis?" and it blew me away.
Detroit Cobras are always embarassing. That night in Green Bay was nuts. It was the first-ever Main Stage punk show, which became the venue of choice for a few years until there was the shooting and one of the sound guys got nabbed for making kiddie porn. To this day, sleaziest joint I've ever seen bands in, and that's saying something. After Catholic Boys/Strong Come Ons/Lost Sounds, there was "California mud wrestling." I headed back over to the _____ House and smoked a bunch of opium. In fact, out of the 4 or so times I've ever done that, 3 were coincidentally while Jay was around. One night he said to me all concerned, "Todd man, you really like that opium, huh?" Haha. Anyway, Jay drank his own piss and smashed tables and other shit after I left, green weenie etc. Those were the days or something.
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Some part of the second half of the 1990's. Sugar Shack was playing in Dallas and nothing good ever comes of that. I may be combining some nights here, but I'm pretty sure we started and ended the night at a friend's house. This young lady was a nice person, a big fan of the band, etc etc. I don't know what her deal was, but our bass player dubbed her house the Speed Museum. It's hard to explain, but it appeared that she had crudely re-done the interior of her house. Rooms were built inside of other rooms. The bathrooms were seemingly useless (one of them was painted all black and the tub and toilet were filled with old rose petals). Bloody dolls and bizarre pornography lined the walls, both those original to the house and those makeshift ones, newly added.
Anyhow, we partied a bit, nothing major, and headed up to the club. This was the Dallas version of Emo's (I think it was called the Orbit Room?). It was a raging show and we were playing pretty well, having a good time, etc. The lady that booked the club had Goldschlagger (sp?), or some variant thereof, shots brought to us as we were playing. I was pretty drunk at this point and I remember the shot looked really odd under the stage light. A couple of tunes later and we find our singer is completely passed out. I mean just out cold. I guess he just crumpled to the ground and we could not, no matter what we did, revive him.
Oddly, we didn't let this deter us. I guess Andy, our other guitar player, sang the songs and we continued on. And it seemed to go fine, though I can't imagine that it actually was! At some point, I noticed this creepy old man was in the crowd and he had two, very obvious strippers who, I guess, had just gotten off of work. The girls were still wearing some kind of skimpy, pre-strip outfit, but they had jackets on over them. The old man and the girls began to produce dollar bills, which they would stuff in our pants as we played. People in the audience were fighting and, at one point, a fight spilled over toward the stage and I was knocked off of my feet. However, we just continued on and eventually finished. I remember thinking how odd this show was, and how odd it was that we were playing as if nothing was happening, but we were wasted at this point and it just couldn't be stopped.
We were told that everyone was going to the Speed Museum after the show. We attempted to revive our singer, who had continued to lay on his back right in the middle of the stage as we had played. We found he could not be revived. We were pretty sure he wasn't dead, or anything. So, a couple of us grabbed the dude and picked him up (he's 6'4 or more, so it wasn't easy) and moved him to the car. From there, we drug his passed out ass around, sort of Weekend at Bernie's style, just propping him up wherever we could. I remember the party being kind of gnarly with people smoking speed in the "chasing the dragon" style with straws and tin foil. For us, though, the Speed Museum party wasn't too eventful and we left and got a couple of rooms in a motel (we were already past spring chicken age at this point and not really wanting to sleep on someone's floor.
Singer never woke up till the next morning. We theorized that he was "Roophied", but for what purpose, other than to create mayhem, who knows? As for me, I woke up the next day with a massive headache. As I went to take that first morning after piss, I found about 15 dollar bills in my pants. I thought to myself "this is the most money I've ever made in the music business."
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About 5 yrs ago, opened from the Pierced Arrows at Subterreanean. Fred Cole was one of the singer's idols so he' nervous and drinking more than he usually already did.
Vee Dee finishes their set and we set our amps up. We're about to start when the singer walks down from upstairs onto stage smoking a cigarette. Keep in mind, you can't smoke in bars/clubs on Chicago.
Needless to say, club employees tell him to put it out....surprise surprise...he won't put it out. He proceeds to into a grown man tantrum about how they can't tell him what to becausr in his words, "everyone is here to see us". Finally, i get pissed and tell him "you're not Alan Vega, motherfucker". This sets hin off more and starts cussing me out. We finally start playing and it is the biggest pile of hoeseshit. Constant starts , stops and restarts. So bad that Faceless Man would have shaken their heads in disgust. Singer is barely singing, mostly just bitching and complaining to sound man about how shitty it sounds, all the while he's unplugging our cords while we try to play.
This torture goes in for 10 minutes and we finally stop. Back upstairs, singer tries to talk to Fred who fixes him a look of bemused disdain. Needless to say, we werent invited back there for quite a while. I think the set is on youtube somewhere
My square co-worker was at this show cause she was so excited to see me play in a band. The next day she just smiled and said it was fun with a very awkward expression. Funnily enough, I warned her that something like this was very likely to happen and that she didn't really need to come. I'm pretty sure she thought I was kidding. She brought her "hot chick" friend, who I can only imagine was mortified.
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its not about a show, but there is a story i would like to tell. its 1997, and i pack the van full of my friends and we head down to madison. a couple of my buddies had a place down there, and we went to visit them. the drive down wasnt especially noteworthy, other than roy driving the wrong way down a divided highway. i told him to turn around and he refused "i dont want to" hahaha, as we are driving directly into oncoming traffic going 65 mph.
anyways, we find the place and i park out front. the windows are all covered in tinfoil since the cops busted him the last time, for calling a bomb threat to police, threatening suicide by blowing himself up and "raining body parts" on everyone. he got a month in jail for that, and when he got out, settled in to lots of drug use and drinking. his roommate had the recent reissue of the real kids first album, i was pretty excited to hear that. the other roommate would drop acid and stay up all night long, and in the morning drive the airport "limo" (van) while tripping his balls off.
so we got drunk and stoned, and when we got up the next day, the van had a flat tire. i guess i didnt notice it at night, but there was no parking on that street, we were actually parked right in the middle of a lane of traffic. in the daytime, it was a busy street and everyone was having to drive around the van. so i went back inside to work up the energy to replace the tire, and by the time i made it back outside the van was towed.
dude's roommate says dont worry about it. he knows where the impound lot is. so our plan is, since the van isnt registered and doesnt have plates, we'll just go steal it back from the impound. so we're walking down the street, its like 9am, and this girl with us is loudly projectile vomiting all over the sidewalk. just walking and puking everywhere. getting lots of dirty looks from people.
finally we make it to the impound lot, and we dont see the van. it takes us half the day just to get there, and its all fenced in, with barbed wire and a guard shack, etc. no way we could get in there anyways, so we head back to the apartment. its been a solid 8 hours of walking in the summer heat, and when we're like a block away, there is the van. they towed it just around the corner.
its parked on a hill, and we still have to fix the flat, so we pop the spare on and head back for manitowoc. about halfway home, in the middle of nowhere, the other front tire blows. so we're stuck on the side of the interstate, and this is before the age of cellphones, so all we can do is walk, or sit tight and wait for a cop to show up. we wait for the cop.
the cop gives us a ride to the closest town, mukwanago. its the middle of the night by now, and he brings us to the one gas station, and the pay phone doesnt work. we tell the cop, he replies "telephones are not my department" and leaves. i call ann and beg her to come pick us up, she just hangs up the phone on me. nobody else can get any help.
my one friend who could get some help (and shall not be named, for reasons that will soon be apparent) really didnt want to. see, i knew that he was (mostly) a virgin, but not quite. he actually fucked his young cousin not so long before, and her family lived nearby. so he knew if he called his parents and asked for help, his dad would call his aunt and uncle, and then he might have to see this girl, and knowing how we were, the last thing he wanted was for that to happen, with this group of friends. why someone would fuck his cousin and tell his friends about it in the first place is beyond me, but thats what it is. she was like 14 years old.
so yeah, that was our last option, but after sitting there for a couple hours he realized we had no choice. so the aunt came to pick us up, and the whole group stayed the night at their house. in the morning, we had breakfast with the cousin, who was being very flirtatious with her kin, and he was quite uncomfortable. good looking girl though, and we actually held our tongues. eventually they bought us a tire and helped us change it, and we made it back to manitowoc.
not long after a couple of my friends were high on meth and drove the van into the lake, but thats a story for another day... not sure why i wanted to tell this story, but it was hanging on the edge of my consciousness since last night, so i figured, why not? maybe after work tonight i will tell some evolutions stories, or the first time i played a show while tripping on acid, or the time i ended up accidentally doing a big line of heroin right before a gig, thinking it was cocaine, hahaha.
have no fears, i have stories for years...
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Best thread in ages! Thinking of it most of the stories are wilder and more exciting to read than almost everything in the highly dissapointing We Never Learn.
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Bradx just killed this thread and possibly the whole forum. Great stories. Sure wish user: k. hadn't quit.
He's quit and come back several times before, so who knows?
I have plenty of k. stories, but I'll leave that to him. What a fucked up little corner of the rock world NE Wisconsin was for a spell.
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I'm eagerly awaiting one NickG's contribution to this thread.
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I saw Le Shok in Gainesville, FL, circa 2000 or 2001. I didn't like any of that stuff but you can't be too picky in that town if you want to go to a show so I went. Just a little historical/regional perspective - people there LOVED The Locust and all that kind of stuff. Anyways, Le Shok gets up there and are either too wasted or completely incompetent to play their songs but they still expect everyone to fawn over them and NO ONE is buying it. They stumble around and talk shit for about 10 minutes, don't get any sort of reaction, and walk off for good.
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My buddies and I who had been loosely practicing for a few months happen to all take a trip together minus the bassist to meet some other friends for two weeks traveling around in Armenia/Georgia a few years back. We decide to attempt to book ourselves a show while there. Picked up a few flyers off the streets and called some #'s to no avail.
Second to last night in town we hit up some dumb club with Bob Marley posters all over the place. Old hippie lady slides over next to me on the couch I was sitting on, starts flirting with me, I mention I'm in a punk band and she flips out and tells me her husband owns the club and we simply must play tomorrow night. Apparently there was a Doors cover band playing the next night and they wanted us to play after them. We mention we have no gear and she says to show up for sound check in the afternoon, talk to the band and everything should be groovy. We show up, attempt to talk to 4 rawk doods in the Doors cover band and they basically said with their body language, 'go fuck yourselves.'
The show if we can manage to get some gear starts in like 4 hours. We start scrambling, some local friends start calling around, we manage to find an acoustic with pickups & all chip in for a cheapie used electric. Yep - we figure it all out, much to the consternation of the Doors cover band.
We show up around 9, the Doors band is already playing to a packed house. Seems this band is the hottest act in town and play once a month at this club and think very highly of themselves. Lady tells us we're up next, around 1030. 10:30 comes, goes, 11 comes , goes. The owner tells us to get ready and keeps nudging us towards the stage. There's not really a backstage area, so we are basically standing there with our two bullshit guitars right in front of the band as they continue to go on and on and on. I think they played the whole discography. At one point , they must have sensed their time was up and tell the crowd, "there's a punk band here from NY who want to go on, here's what theyll sound like." And they go into some kinda no-wave jam , ironically their best sounds of the night. After they get bored with that, they start again with "Light My Fire," I think for the 3rd time. Finally the owner gets up on stage and unplugs 'em, telling em 'we are here to see the NY PUNK band." As they are wrapping up , my buddy who's taking the hit and going to use the acoustic, asks the guitar player if he could borrow a pick and dude just turns and laughs in the other direction.
As we get up on stage and get ready to play, the owner runs up to us and tell us its some girls birthday like it means something to us, "wish her a happy bday into the mic." OK. "Happy Birthday XxXX" As I say that 50 Cent's "It's Yo Birthday" comes on the system and we have to stand there on stage the whole time while the whole fucking song plays.
Doors guys are in the front row and I walk up to the mic, " here's our first song, "Riders On The Storm, go fuck yourself." and we "rip" into Misfits , "Angel Fuck." Death stares from the old men, who eventually leave. Crowd goes into a frenzy. Play two more originals and they pull the plug. As we are standing there still trying to parse what just happened , the owner of the club runs up to the stage and says "you gotta come back next week! that was awesome!" It was most certainly not awesome but who I am to tell them. We walk off the stage and all these young Armenian kids start grabbing us to take photos with them and telling us how great it was to see a "real punk band."
First time on stage for me and my pal and was very fun night.
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I would def like to hear the Doors cover band impromptu punk song. That actually sounds cool as fuck.
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I would def like to hear the Doors cover band impromptu punk song. That actually sounds cool as fuck.
Yea, me too. Should mention we were all plastered by that point and maybe anything that wasn't a Doors song would have sounded great. They were really good at their instruments and posing, I'll give 'em that.
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GREAT THREAD. NEEDS MORE BLOOD.
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As I say that 50 Cent's "It's Yo Birthday" comes on the system and we have to stand there on stage the whole time while the whole fucking song plays.
This is almost the best part.
I bet there's some band there now and their biggest influence is you guys. Fifteen years from now, there will be some sort of bloody coup, and you can take credit for it.
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At one point , they must have sensed their time was up and tell the crowd, "there's a punk band here from NY who want to go on, here's what theyll sound like." And they go into some kinda no-wave jam , ironically their best sounds of the night.
Maybe the Doors cover band included former members of NATO
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AJtvaGkUq3c (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AJtvaGkUq3c)
For the umpteenth time how do you post a youtube video so it is embedded. I deleted the 's' in 'https' and nothing. I've been asking this question for like 5 fuckin' years. What is the big secret?
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I never see embedded YT vids on here. Do I? Certainly have no idea how to post one. Secret board occult shit, I imagine.
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I never see embedded YT vids on here. Do I? Certainly have no idea how to post one. Secret board occult shit, I imagine.
Oops. Haha. Wait a sec... I swear I've seen me some embedded videos here before. I dunno... can't get too stressed out about such a thing... FUCK!
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aggro OD
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Sure wish user: k. hadn't quit.
Didn't realize this. Guess it never came up around the dinner table. Did he go out quietly or have a PBB moment? And if it was a PBB could somebody please link me? Thanks!! 8)
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More blood than embarassment-- In 1979 after failing my Blades audition I was appointed 5th Blade and we prepared for a "Guerilla Show" on the sidewalk in front of the Lou Reed show at the Agora in Columbus. Biggest hassle was finding power but the Street Scene Restaurant next door let us plug in. Bob Pfeiffer of Human Switchboard walked by and led me up the fire escape where Lou himself was holding court. Got back down to hear Zero Watt and the boys break into "You Don't Give Me What I Want". Zero started doing the lasso thing with the mike only to see it break off and fly directly into Richie the guitarist's forehead. Sheets of blood poured from that hillbilly hippie's head. I ran into the Street Scene looking for towels, doctors, anything, to save this kid's life. By the time I returned I could see he wasn't going to die and thought fuck that is what a two minute punk show should be.
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So far, mosescarryout and androo win.
Some good moments on the implosive Lids/Final Solutions tour, mostly between Jay Jay and B Jay. I can't remember if I was at the Milwaukee show or only heard this second hand, but I recall a spat that started onstage between the two during what was one of many flubbed songs. Jay yells, from behind the drums at a frustrated B Jay, "I thought you guys had your shit together!" To which B Jay replied into the mic, "Who gave you that idea?"
Also in Milwaukee, probably during the summer of 2003, two friends and I convinced a touring band at a house show to let us use their gear. We set up and play a series of horrible covers -- including the Real Losers' "Feelin' Loose"! -- and I disrobe entirely, at which point the guy playing drums accidentally breaks the kick pedal and I somehow dismantle the gain pedal. Our audience: my girlfriend and one drunk guy. Quickly dressed and got the fuck out of there. Felt pretty rotten about it the next day, as I realized that the touring band was probably already broke and tired.
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So far, mosescarryout and androo win.
Are you for real? Mosescarryout is a mad dawg and hooked me the fuck up when I was in Columbus last time. But Officer Brad X is clearly killing it in here.
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You should get a new act.
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Like what bro? I've got some Jazz. I'm down.
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I only listen to jazz. That's it. Mostly private press jazz.
Officer Brad's stories are great. But not exactly in line with this thread, or what I hoped to read here. On the other hand, I'd like to read more LSOK lore.
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Isn't private jazz called spiritual jazz bro? I'm still learning.
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Diff, brah. Lotsa privvy free jass among us.
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Totally bro. I helped Dante carry his private free jazz boxes before he sold that shit for $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$. I was there.
Is it cool to say I like jazz when i like the other John Klemmer LP (NOT BLOWING GOLD) with that one track with the crazy fuzz guitar solos?
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Is it cool if I point out that you once mocked me for liking Miles Davis on here, and I pointed out that you'd get into in the next five years because of your retarded rec collecting, brah? DC sold some insane shit on eBay. But you knew that already.
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That's cool bro. But I still don't know what Miles sounds like. :'(
But seriously, that Klemmer track is sweet.
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Of course you don't. I'd expect nothing more or less. You don't know music. You know records. But only by association.
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And I don't know that Klemmer track! OH GAH.
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You don't know music. You know records.
I completely agree with this. But I also don't know that much about records.
I tired to find that Klemmer track, but its not on youtube. :'(
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I'll keep an eye out for it.
I own a modest amount of the recs Dante sold, but that eBay rampage was fucking wild.
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Without a lick of irony (from me), please post up your top 5 termbo friendly jazz LPs.
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I already kinda have. Don't wanna belabor the point, but one of 'em is Miles' On the Corner. Have a feeling it may not be your thing, but it's one of the easiest to find.
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top 5 termbo friendly miles davis lps:
on the corner
dark magus
agharta
pangea
get up with it
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You forgot Jack Johnson and In A Silent Way and Live-Evil.
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We have a pristine copy of Live-Evil with the alt black/white cover at work right now. In shrink, I think. Relentless.
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Let's move this shit elsewhere and reserve this thread for etc.
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I only listen to jazz. That's it. Mostly private press jazz.
Officer Officer Brad's stories are great. But not exactly in line with this thread, or what I hoped to read here. On the other hand, I'd like to read more LSOK lore.
yeah, i am terrible at sticking to a topic, i apologize for that. i start writing something, and it makes me think of something else, its all very stream of consciousness but also rather time consuming. its weird not having the false sense of bravado that 10 or 12 beers used to give me when i would do most of my termbo'ing.
if i could tell just a few more...
its the first evolutions show. local dude whose claim to fame was "some dude took a picture of me sucking GG allins cock while he was passed out" offers to be our new manager. on the plus side, he is able to get us some amps on credit and let us practice in his mom's basement. on the flipside, you had to deal with shit like him randomly killing his girlfriends pets and sticking them in her face.
anyways, he is friends with the 1096 crew down in kenosha, and we begin the long process of trying to make a gig happen. the first time we go down all we have is our amps and guitars and the other band never shows up with drums, so we just drop acid, get drunk and stoned all night. after a few more attempts, we finally make it down with all our gear, and find a basement that seems capable of hosting a band. unfortunately, they say we can't play that night, but we can play the next night if we want. so we waste our time with a tank of nitrous and some warm old styles, and sleep on the filthy floor until morning.
its this huge old house, and the basement is down this tiny falling apart staircase we can barely get our gear down. its someones shitty bedroom down there, and jamie decides to break out the spray paint and paint swastikas EVERYWHERE. and i am not talking a few dozen, i mean there were easily 200, probably more, swastikas covering every inch of wall space.
people start showing up, but theyre not punks, theyre like, street people. it seemed like random homeless dudes who heard a party and came looking for free beer, and they found it and told all their friends, hahaha. we set up in the corner right next to dude's bed, i steal the tape out of his clock radio and stick it into the recorder, hit record and play...
the earliest lineup of the evolutions was me on drums, roy and jamie on guitar and vocals, and my girlfriend liz, who played with lsok and the smuts on a couple records, on bass. roy got pink guitar picks made with his name on one side, and "the evolutions" on the other side. we had some originals and some 60s garage type covers, oblivians, reatards, nothing too exciting, but a solid set.
jamie would usually light himself on fire. we tried lots of different methods, but what seemed to work best was just lighting his t shirt up with a lighter. he would let it burn until he burned himself a bit and then put it out. so he was doing his tough/weird guy darby crash routine, and this homeless looking dude was talking to me between songs like he wanted to fight, "does that guy think he's tough?" and shit like that, and finally he says "you wanna see something crazy? check this out..." and he puts his head down and runs full force into the stone basement wall!!! he falls backwards and the whole top of his skull is split open, it looks like his brains are leaking out onto the concrete, there is blood absolutely everywhere.
nobody knows what to do. we're stuck there, because all our gear is there, but almost everyone else leaves. "what do we do?" i said we should drag his ass out in the street and call 911, but liz, who was a CNA said that was a bad idea, and we shouldnt move him. so dude is totally unconscious in a pool of his own blood on the floor, and liz is screaming "DONT DIE ON ME, MAN!" and such. jamie steals dude's cigarettes and him and roy pose for some quick pictures. someone finally calls the cops and theyre down there almost immediately, shining their flashlights around and looking at all the swastikas painted everywhere and the band gear. the band is all underage, and drunk, and our lead singers shirt is all burned up, and of course, we assume we're going to jail so everyone is acting like total dicks, just for the fun of it.
fire dept comes, and paramedics. there is absolutely no way they are getting down those narrow ass old stairs, so not long after, they show up with a fricking bobcat and dig a hole. bust a hole in the damn basement wall and stretcher him out of there. cops didnt seem impressed when they asked if anyone else was injured, and jamie answered "i am a little bit burned" but i guess they had more important shit to do, because everyone left and we didnt get into any trouble. we thought the guy was gonna die for sure but we heard he was just paralyzed from the waist down. that might be bullshit though too.
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Officer Brad X's stories and this thread are great, even if it's also sort of about jazz.
Makes me wish I had better stories, most of them just start with "we got too drunk" and end with "people listened to a few songs politely and then left".
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Great thread, including the jazz fight.
Officer Brad's mention of Kenosha reminded me of a story, second hand, embarrassing and band-related...Kenosha has some nitwits, for sure. Kenocore. A band was playing there one night, basement show. Some skinhead was all amped up and bugging them and etc. After the show, he was hitting himself and the face and whatever. He walks up to my buddies and says, "hey, watch me run straight into the fuckin' wall." He then proceeded to run head-first into a concrete basement wall. And died.
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Great thread, including the jazz fight.
Officer Officer Brad's mention of Kenosha reminded me of a story, second hand, embarrassing and band-related...Kenosha has some nitwits, for sure. Kenocore. A band was playing there one night, basement show. Some skinhead was all amped up and bugging them and etc. After the show, he was hitting himself and the face and whatever. He walks up to my buddies and says, "hey, watch me run straight into the fuckin' wall." He then proceeded to run head-first into a concrete basement wall. And died.
This reminds me of this Italian guy who's like a pillar of the hc scene and is a great guy, who's also a bit crazy and a die hard Slayer fan. Apparently he knocked himself out at a Slayer show just punching himself in the head from excitement. They had to drag him out and he woke up at the hospital. I think he might have been sxe at the time. Love that story, but not sure if it's true.
Haven't got any good stories myself.
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That one's great!
On topic - Local band called "Electric Company." Three brothers that looked like brothers and could play like motherfuckers. Like, ridiculous. Long blond hair. Clearly related. Fought (like brothers) every single time they played. "Let's play XYX." "I hate that song!" Other two play it regardless. Punches. Play another song perfectly. Name-calling, fight. Etc. Not a good story at all, but I was just reminded of them. Should for sure have put out a record. Or a live vid.
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That one's great!
On topic - Local band called "Electric Company." Three brothers that looked like brothers and could play like motherfuckers. Like, ridiculous. Long blond hair. Clearly related. Fought (like brothers) every single time they played. "Let's play XYX." "I hate that song!" Other two play it regardless. Punches. Play another song perfectly. Name-calling, fight. Etc. Not a good story at all, but I was just reminded of them. Should for sure have put out a record. Or a live vid.
That "this is your brains on drugs" song ruled. I think it was on cdrgmbk right?
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Yeah, strangely, that might be their only "official release?" I think they did a CD after they weren't even playing anymore. Prog-punk psych. Whatever. Way better than that sounds. Drank with one of 'em one night in Appleton, and got kicked out of 3 bars. Drummer now is a big-name session dude or something? Grammy nominated? I forget the story. LA. Kids had serious talent. I know there are live vids of a Pink Reason/EC show, or at least small chunks, including Main Stage debauchery and shit-talking.
Would like to do Pat the Jerk stories, but it's yet another dude no one knows and it would only be funny if you did. Several meltdowns, including tears.
Oh, and the Pink Reason show that ended early because Shaun said I was "looking at him" (it was just he and Kevin on stage, not sure where I was supposed to look). He later set my hair on fire.
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Fuck, weird, had a dream about electric company last night! Maybe someone has recently mentioned them?!? Then again I regularly get "scrambled eggs" in my head. Three brothers, guitar, drums, keyboard. "Hanson on acid was thrown around a bit, and I think last name was, like...well, really close to Hanson.
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Sidenote: wish I had digital files of CDR-GMBK, hahahaha.
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The most embarrassing thing I ever did was as a member of the crowd. Went to see a band at a house in DC. My buddies and I were dancing and spraying beer at each other. During this we turned to the band while spraying a whole bottle in the singers face. I thought he took it like a champ, didn't flinch at all, till later in the night when I found out the singer was blind.
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The most embarrassing thing I ever did was as a member of the crowd. Went to see a band at a house in DC. My buddies and I were dancing and spraying beer at each other. During this we turned to the band while spraying a whole bottle in the singers face. I thought he took it like a champ, didn't flinch at all, till later in the night when I found out the singer was blind.
What band? Was it a european band?
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The most embarrassing thing I ever did was as a member of the crowd. Went to see a band at a house in DC. My buddies and I were dancing and spraying beer at each other. During this we turned to the band while spraying a whole bottle in the singers face. I thought he took it like a champ, didn't flinch at all, till later in the night when I found out the singer was blind.
What band? Was it a european band?
Don't remember the bands name but yes, they were from Italy.
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The most embarrassing thing I ever did was as a member of the crowd. Went to see a band at a house in DC. My buddies and I were dancing and spraying beer at each other. During this we turned to the band while spraying a whole bottle in the singers face. I thought he took it like a champ, didn't flinch at all, till later in the night when I found out the singer was blind.
What band? Was it a european band?
Don't remember the bands name but yes, they were from Italy.
They were the Ultra Twist then. Great live band!
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They were awesome and dude was really nice about it. They crashed at my buddies place and I apologized. He was cool, but I felt bad about it.
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Great thread, including the jazz fight.
Officer Officer Brad's mention of Kenosha reminded me of a story, second hand, embarrassing and band-related...Kenosha has some nitwits, for sure. Kenocore. A band was playing there one night, basement show. Some skinhead was all amped up and bugging them and etc. After the show, he was hitting himself and the face and whatever. He walks up to my buddies and says, "hey, watch me run straight into the fuckin' wall." He then proceeded to run head-first into a concrete basement wall. And died.
wow, really? pretty nuts, man. i assumed the guy died and that sounds like confirmation to me. the line between homeless and skinhead is pretty thin down there, we spent most of the afternoon trying to track down some grub, we broke into groups and i remember dean dirt and beautiful bert in line at the soup kitchen, maybe dead guy was a former skinhead? he certainly wasnt dressed like a skin and in my memory he had hair, but those stories are WAY too similar to be a coincidence, i would think... nobody, including the people who lived there, seemed too concerned about jamie painting the hundreds of swastikas on the walls, who knows? anyways, the only way they were getting him out of there on a stretcher was by breaking through the wall, and it was the damnedest thing i had seen in my life at the time. when they pulled him out he was still alive though. i suppose its likely he was a vegetable, i cant imagine he didnt have brain damage, like i said, it looked like part of his brains had spilled out onto the floor. no way he had insurance, so i guess they probably wouldnt have kept him on life support any longer than they had to.
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also, not that it matters, but this was an old, old house. like 1800s vintage. the basement walls werent concrete, they were stones, and not uniform stones either, just ones that were roughly the same size and shape, mortared together. kinda like this.
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Sidenote: wish I had digital files of CDR-GMBK, hahahaha.
Been wanting to convert them for awhile. The intro with Tabman talking to that guy about "raphing" is the best.
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wow, really? pretty nuts, man. i assumed the guy died and that sounds like confirmation to me. the line between homeless and skinhead is pretty thin down there, we spent most of the afternoon trying to track down some grub, we broke into groups and i remember dean dirt and beautiful bert in line at the soup kitchen, maybe dead guy was a former skinhead? he certainly wasnt dressed like a skin and in my memory he had hair, but those stories are WAY too similar to be a coincidence, i would think... nobody, including the people who lived there, seemed too concerned about jamie painting the hundreds of swastikas on the walls, who knows? anyways, the only way they were getting him out of there on a stretcher was by breaking through the wall, and it was the damnedest thing i had seen in my life at the time. when they pulled him out he was still alive though. i suppose its likely he was a vegetable, i cant imagine he didnt have brain damage, like i said, it looked like part of his brains had spilled out onto the floor. no way he had insurance, so i guess they probably wouldnt have kept him on life support any longer than they had to.
Two things - did I mix up stories? Did you play with a Sheboygan band, too? I swore Drew told me that one, including "skinhead" (but may have been the comments he'd been making over the course of the evening?). Also, I scanned your above account and totally missed the guy running into a wall portion somehow, just posted the story without noticing that you told it already, haha!
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that was before i knew drew, or you, for that matter! i have always been pretty self centered and especially at that time, i rarely paid attention to the other bands we played with, especially if they were local. if someone told me a sheboygan band was playing, thats probably when i would have chosen to take a walk or something. my memory is pretty solid, though. i mean, that was close to twenty years ago and i remember what the walls looked like, but its not every day you see a yard lit up like daylight with spotlights and heavy machinery come breaking through a wall to pull a (probably) dead, or close to dying, guy out...
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one more quick evolutions story: after i moved back from florida the final time, i was itching to play some music, and evolutions needed a drummer, so i picked up where they left off. we played a cool show with the mistreaters at ocayz corral, and a few months later i quit the band. i always had to do all the grunt work, set up the amps and the PA, tune the guitars, etc. i was sick of it, and finally got a tuner. i showed up for practice with my new guitar tuner and told roy "check it out, now you can tune your own guitars!" he threw it back at me, and said "i dont know how to use those fucking things, you do it" and i walked out. they got a different drummer, and i heard they were playing a basement show one night. i was thinking, those clowns cant even tune their own guitars, how are they even gonna manage a basement show?
sure enough, they cant figure out the PA. roy's got it all set up, and he's stumped. he's got the mics up on the stands, and cords running from the mics to the mixer. he has the mixer plugged into the PA amp, and the speakers up. no cords going from the amp to the speakers. of course i see it right away, but hey, not my band anymore, not my problem, so i just settle in with some beers and weed and wait along with everyone else, who are getting restless and are ready to hear some live music.
at least an hour passes, he checks everything and checks it again. turns it on and off. slides all the faders, check all the cords. rinse and repeat, over and over. finally i point at the back of the speakers, "how do you expect the speakers to produce sound when they are not connected to anything?" hahaha.
roy used to pull a ton of tail playing in that band, way more than he probably deserved. he was young, confident, and relentless in his pursuit once he targeted a victim. it wasnt unusual for him to tell us to take his car, and he would find his way back to town a week later, once he got bored with whoever he was shacked up with at the time after a gig. it seemed like he was always getting head in the alley or some such thing. he must be well endowed or something because it seemed like all he had to do was put a chicks hand on it and they would be gone somewhere to fuck soon after. i sure never got any pussy from playing in a band...
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I wasn't there, but I was told (for reasons, I'll mention later) by the guy that booked the Emo's in Austin, a story about the band Surgery. Apparently they were headlining the Austin Emos and decided, pre-gig, to go down 6th street in search of "Austin's best Martini". When the hour of their gig arrived, they were incapacitated. Completely useless; stinko-the-clown drunk. They attempted to play a few numbers, failing miserably at each of them and eventually a couple of them became enraged and started fighting. Essentially no gig was played by Surgery that night.
Thing is, Surgery had a guarantee and, I guess - though it seems crazy, the guarantee did not come with stipulations regarding set length, etc. Or, if it did have such stipulations, they must have been rather lacking in teeth. So, Surgery got paid their full agreed-upon fee for this travesty of a gig.
The next morning comes around and the fellows in Surgery, being less mercenary than one might imagine of a mid-90's AmRep band, began to feel very guilty. So, they brought the money back to the club before splitting town. Gave it all back. I was told this story as part of a lecture for having taken part in an overly drunken, poorly played gig, poorly behaved after-gig debacle (though I don't remember anything interesting about the gig itself, other than we "let people down"). We did not give our money back, but I'm sure it was not a substantial amount.
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My old band played with VON LMO at CBGBs.
He talked us into going on after his band. Whatever, there were a bunch of weirdos in the crowd, so it seemed like it would be cool. During his set, VON LMO jumps off stage and pulls a knife on someone, and chases him outside of the club, screaming about how the guy stole his jacket. Eventually, they get him back on stage. They finish their set, and god love him, he then announces...
"OKAY! THAT'S IT! THE SHOW IS OVER! WE'RE DONE! EVERYONE CAN GO HOME! GOOD NIGHT!"
Everybody leaves.
We play to 2 or 3 people.
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Five or six years ago I went up to Stockholm to the annual Midsummer Fest that Thomas Savage used to set up. The event was at a boat by the harbour called Vielle Montagne and because Thomas rented it to avoid stiff swedish alcohol and decibel regulations the vibe was usually kinda loose, no security, cheap beer, and general good times.
This was the pre party during thursday and around midnight a strange middle aged guy who looked like a mix between a hippie and a metal dude stumbles in. The guy is obviously drunk and high out of his mind, my guess is a mix of booze, cheap speed and MDMA and you can tell by the look on his face that he is bad business. He immediately starts to intimidate people and actually got a kinda dangerous aura around him.
While this is happening a band from a small town called Wet Bags who just had released an EP on Ken Rock are playing. At the time they are teenagers, have only played a couple of times before and are obviously very nervous to perform in front of a big city crowd so their set are sloppy in the worst possible way. This catches the attention of the hippe/hesher so he get a bunch of beer from the bar and starts to throw full cans at the band from close range. Don't remember if anyone in the band actually gets hit but during this the weirdo get's up on stage and proceeds to stage dive. The stage is very high for a venue that hold 150 people, around chest height, but for obvious reasons no one is interested to catch him and the crowd is thin so he falls directly to the floor, smashes his head, passes out and blood everywhere.
After a while the paramedics shows up, place him on a stretcher and takes him the outside but during this the guys wakes up and manages to punch one of the paramedics in the face, gets off the stretcher and runs away like the bloody mad man he is, violently screaming in the night. Especially the last part was surreal and you can only guess how this superstar ended his night.
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Went to see Television Personalities in my home town a couple of years ago. I,m at the venue quite early and at the bar on the first floor I catch this guy wearing white jeans where you can see an obvious pattern of light yellow, dried urine. Getting a bit closer I realize it's Dan Treacy who I,d love having a few words with being a huge TP-fan but one look on his face and the strong smell of sweat, piss and booze tells this is not a guy in any shape for chatting.
Fast forward a few hours and it's time for Television Personalites to play in front of a crowd of maybe 20 people. Dan Treacy is in possibly the worst shape I,ve ever seen a person in. Can't remember one word of the songs, falls over the drums and speakers and are in a condition that can be described as a mix of delirium and borderline unconsciousness. After a couple of failed attempts he literally crawls from stage to the backstage area, the band following with a miserable look on their faces.
The crowd clearly don't know what to expect but maybe 10 minutes later Treacy and the band returns to the stage. At this point he is in marginally better shape and actually manages to almost get through a few songs sitting in an armchair someone have placed on stage. With almost get through I mean mumble and whine something that vaguely reminds of the song melodies. This lasted for tops 15 minutes and I think the guitar player took the mic and ended the show with Part Time Punks wich was beyond ironic with previous incidents in hindsight.
Seen many shows during the years where usually the singer is obnoxius and drunk out of his mind but this was a totally different beast. The saddest thing I,ve ever witnessed actually, the expression on Treacey's face told this was a man who had no clue what he was doing or why he was performing, hopefully he is in better mental condition nowadays cause this headcase had no business on any stage.
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Damn.
I could relay the story of Jack Lee's appearance at the Radio Heartbeat Festival in NYC, but I was probably more fucked-up than he was, and I recall almost nothing.
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Nickg: haha! catholic boys had a zillion embarrassing shows, its true, but they haven't even been mentioned! i am heartened by this.
I could mention a Catholic Boys show in Champaign,IL on Paul's 21st birthday. He was so wasted on Sparks that you guys couldn't even finish a song. Not sure the condition of the rest of you, although I think you weren't too wasted because you played with the Tears after that. Pretty much every song got started, broke down, tried to get started again and then the band would just gave up and move on to the next song. I think the only song played all the way through was 7 & 7 Is. Eventually you all just apologized and walked away after about 15 minutes. I loved it, but I had seen a "on" show and knew what you guys were like. Some locals I had been talking you guys up to were not impressed. I remember someone telling me "that band I liked was total shit." I'm sure there are worse, but that one popped into my head. I have a recording somewhere too.
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Went to see Television Personalities in my home town a couple of years ago. I,m at the venue quite early and at the bar on the first floor I catch this guy wearing white jeans where you can see an obvious pattern of light yellow, dried urine. Getting a bit closer I realize it's Dan Treacy who I,d love having a few words with being a huge TP-fan but one look on his face and the strong smell of sweat, piss and booze tells this is not a guy in any shape for chatting.
Fast forward a few hours and it's time for Television Personalites to play in front of a crowd of maybe 20 people. Dan Treacy is in possibly the worst shape I,ve ever seen a person in. Can't remember one word of the songs, falls over the drums and speakers and are in a condition that can be described as a mix of delirium and borderline unconsciousness. After a couple of failed attempts he literally crawls from stage to the backstage area, the band following with a miserable look on their faces.
The crowd clearly don't know what to expect but maybe 10 minutes later Treacy and the band returns to the stage. At this point he is in marginally better shape and actually manages to almost get through a few songs sitting in an armchair someone have placed on stage. With almost get through I mean mumble and whine something that vaguely reminds of the song melodies. This lasted for tops 15 minutes and I think the guitar player took the mic and ended the show with Part Time Punks wich was beyond ironic with previous incidents in hindsight.
Seen many shows during the years where usually the singer is obnoxius and drunk out of his mind but this was a totally different beast. The saddest thing I,ve ever witnessed actually, the expression on Treacey's face told this was a man who had no clue what he was doing or why he was performing, hopefully he is in better mental condition nowadays cause this headcase had no business on any stage.
not really the best news http://www.televisionpersonalities.co.uk/phpBB3/viewtopic.php?f=2&t=324&start=20
i don't know of any recent updates tho
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rusted shut at the silent barn in brooklyn in like... 2007? was anybody else at that one?
walsh seemed like he had just woken up from a year-long coma and had immediately been pushed onto the stage to front the band. songs falling apart, starts and stops, etc. the thing that sticks in my memory is the drummer having to get up, walk around his kit and physically stop walsh from playing at the end of a few songs. not so dramatic i guess, but i felt bad for the guy. they still rocked pretty fucking hard somehow.
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I feel like I might have been at that show^
There was a hilarious FNU Ronnies show in the basement at Silent Barn where Kyle and Jim were arguing the entire time and halfway through each song Kyle would get up from behind the drums and walk up to Jim and like punch him in the arm and push him. Then they would wrestle for a sec, kinda break it up, start a song again and it kept happening. I thought it was hysterical. When they were playing, it sounded pretty good, but either way -- I was entertained.
It's hard to trudge my memories. We March shows always featured a lot of blood and pain, but in a fun way.
I've hurt myself playing a lot of shows, usually in not the funnest way.
Ha, that just reminded me of the last (?) Guinea Worms show that happened at Cake Shop last year. Will was real drunk. He couldn't hold his guitar and was falling all over the place. Thought they were still good. Danny spit on Will on the sidewalk after the show. I laughed. He didn't do it to be funny. Will laughed too. Rough car ride home the next day, I'm guessing.
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Ha, that just reminded me of the last (?) Guinea Worms show that happened at Cake Shop last year. Will was real drunk. He couldn't hold his guitar and was falling all over the place. Thought they were still good. Danny spit on Will on the sidewalk after the show. I laughed. He didn't do it to be funny. Will laughed too. Rough car ride home the next day, I'm guessing.
Was just 'bout this post this. Drummer was pissed before the show even started. Was a fun show!
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More infamous and sad than embarrassing but, i just remembered I was at the Pentagram show at the Black Cat where the singer got stretchered out before the set really began.
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King Khan and BBQ Show in the back yard at Crypt Records in Brooklyn. The black guy did a half gram of weasel off of a ouija board in one snort right before they played and went numb. Couldn't hold his guitar. I think he got two strums in before he dropped it. The white guy yelled at him while he walked off. My dick was out. White guy said it looked like his baby nephew's thumb. In my defense it was a chilly Autumn day.
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King Khan and BBQ Show in the back yard at Crypt Records in Brooklyn. The black guy did a half gram of weasel off of a ouija board in one snort right before they played and went numb. Couldn't hold his guitar. I think he got two strums in before he dropped it. The white guy yelled at him while he walked off. My dick was out. White guy said it looked like his baby nephew's thumb. In my defense it was a chilly Autumn day.
That show was a fuckin blast. Literally. Khan asked for a dollar and I was already rolling one walking through the crowd. Me and him blew a massive rail off the board on the amp and they started playing. Well, it was really like an Abbot & Costello routine w/ some music sprinkled in. I was fucking shitting my pants laughing. So fun.
Haha AND I remember that business w/ yr peen. I think I even saw it. Ewwww.
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I think discord was common near the end of the Guinea Worms run. Unfortunately, they were at their best (or at least, the best I'd ever seen) at that point. Last time in town, there was a good-sized crowd going good-sized nuts (for here at least) and Will was drunk, but so were we. Great set! Funny and loose. Talked to the band after, and a couple of 'em were talking like it was "for sure" the last show, they were "so sick" of him, drive all the way to Milwaukee and play like shit, etc. Probably personal issues going on there as well I guess, because I thought they were great straight-up.
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Forgot about that Guinea Worms show at Cake Shop. Certainly one for the books.
Reminds me of that Pink Noise set at the Shank in Brooklyn in something like 2010. One of the two guys must've been really excited or nervous to play in New York, as it was obvious before he even climbed onstage that he was blackout drunk. Couldn't hold a song together for longer than fifteen seconds. Eventually he just started cursing at people on the mic, at which point security came onstage and removed him. Made like he might resist for a moment until he realized the bouncer was three times his size and the two left the stage and pretty much everyone I knew at the show thought it was the best thing they'd seen in quite a while.
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Haha I remember that. Shanks for the memories....
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There's some weird modesty etiquette at work here: other than BradX, I have no idea which bands you people were in.
All I can think of for onstage fights is while playing at "the Gates" here in Vancouver (at the foot of Clark, almost at Hastings) I saw this band (like, sub-Cobalt quality "street punk") who might have been called ALLEY MATTRESS disintegrate, or...something. They were labouring through their CASUALTIES-esque set (minus any choruses, bridges and other pointless trifles) when the guitarist steps to tha mic and says "We wouldn't suck so much if (pointing to the singer) Gary hadn't done a huge rail of DOWN right before we got on stage."
Gary responded by tripping over something and smacking his head on the kick drum. He got his revenge by changing all the lyrics in all the songs that followed to detail what kind of an asshole the guitarist was. I guess the funny thing was the guitarist felt duty-bound to keep playing (and he was fuming), even though the whole thing was insult directed at him.
vancouver!
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Haha. Tattletale!
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Watched a local band play the first night of a four week residency - singer was so gone he had to be army carried onto the stage, and a guitar placed in his hands as he sat on a bar stool. Five seconds in, and he fell face first onto the lead guitarist's pedal board, resulting in expected buzz and said guitarist kicking him in the head a few times, then spitting on him. The drummer stood up and leaned into his mic and said, "Hey... Who's gonna buy me aome shots?"
They didn't bother to break their shit down, and the singer laid there for a good ten minutes, then someone that wasnt in the band put him in the backseat of their car and left him there til morning.
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Here's an old one. It must have been about 1998 or 99 at jay's Upstairs in Missoula, MT. Zen Guerilla were on their way to or from Garage Shock and were playing a Montana show. The singer was having problems with his vocal "radio." The one that made him sound all "crazy." The radio kept cutting out and he kept bad mouthing Justin, Jay's sound guy,over the microphone. Justin, who is a big dude, was getting visibly mad as this kept up for about 30 minutes. Finally he decides to go to the stage and try and rewire the box. Apparently the singer said something to him up there because the next thing you know Justin body slams him onto the stage by grabbing him around the neck. He tells him to shut the fuck up or leave. Singer gurgles something indecipherable and Justin gets up and leaves. Singer stands up, looks around and finishes one more song basically standing stock still.
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Just before Killdozer went on stage I told the lead singer "I just sold a 45 of yours for $25 and I never even liked you guys." He announced the first song as "Moses Carryout Is An Asshole". In fact every song was entitled "Moses Carryout Is An Asshole." And he sang with such conviction I believed it.
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If that's really what you said, sounds like he was right.
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Yes. Going to shows where I knew I wouldn't like the band got me in trouble a few times.
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More blood than embarassment-- In 1979 after failing my Blades audition I was appointed 5th Blade and we prepared for a "Guerilla Show" on the sidewalk in front of the Lou Reed show at the Agora in Columbus. Biggest hassle was finding power but the Street Scene Restaurant next door let us plug in. Bob Pfeiffer of Human Switchboard walked by and led me up the fire escape where Lou himself was holding court. Got back down to hear Zero Watt and the boys break into "You Don't Give Me What I Want". Zero started doing the lasso thing with the mike only to see it break off and fly directly into Richie the guitarist's forehead. Sheets of blood poured from that hillbilly hippie's head. I ran into the Street Scene looking for towels, doctors, anything, to save this kid's life. By the time I returned I could see he wasn't going to die and thought fuck that is what a two minute punk show should be.
(http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5k2YmRwm9Dw/VOPFyyYCNAI/AAAAAAAAA6s/nXPTboFUEbk/s1600/Zero%2B-%2Bsavior%2Bor%2Bjerk%253F.jpg)http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5k2YmRwm9Dw/VOPFyyYCNAI/AAAAAAAAA6s/nXPTboFUEbk/s1600/Zero%2B-%2Bsavior%2Bor%2Bjerk%253F.jpg Was this finger before/after the blood?
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a couple that come to mind, though i haven't put much thought into:
saw Demon's Claws at a free Vice party at this pretty cool venue that rarely has shows. i think i was at another party earlier in the night and someone mentioned this show was totally free and also there would be unlimited (while supplies lasted) free beer. me and the people i was with were all quite, quite drunk by the time we got to the show, but fuggin' stoked to realize the "free beer" rumor was true. i ordered two tall cans of something, and got them both, not a batted eye. cool. so, standing there, swaying a bit, ya know, waiting for Demon's Claws to come on. i should say that each time i'd seen DC before they always blew me away, either with how amazing and raw they were or how drunk/ramshackle/while-still-holding-it-together they were. anyway, a long wait, iseemed, and finally some dudes started tuning up. patrick and jeff were up there fumbling a bit, the drummer was laughing and swaying (fuck, can't remember who it was!) and Ysael (sp?) the basser was nowhere to be found. several minutes later Ysael wanders up to my wife and I with a scarf tied around his face, like an old woman. he informs us he's not about to play with a bunch of drunk dudes who can't handle their liquor. we all laugh and it's a good time. they start "playing" and holy shit, insanely bad. Ysael actually went on stage and tried to save them, TWICE, each time tossing his bass off in disgust and leaving the stage. After what seemed like 30 minutes, Patrick, who seemed to be having a great time, left the stage laughing as Jeff and drummer proceeded to do...something? for about 45 minutes. feedback, yelling, laughing, spitting, etc. at one point a vancouver dude tried to get onstage and play bass with them but he was quickly turned away. basically a non-show, and so many people were there and excited to see 'em, but hey, that's how it goes. in the cab on the way home my wife noticed i had stopped talking and turned kinda green, so she asked the driver to pull over at a stripmall near our house. it was clear i was gonna barf the cab if we didn't get outta there. so there we are in the parking lot of kingsgate mall, puking all over excited rats. good night. DC still go down as one of my favorite bands to see live, and really i LOVE when a band can be too fuckin good one night and then a complete pile of garbage the next. usually these are my favorite bands.
DMMR BMMR, approx 6 years ago i guess. ya know, the winter bummer in portland. we were playing the night with Nobunny headlining, and always nice to see people you know in a different city, especially when neither of ya's are from that town. so hanging out with justin, getting drunk and stoned and whatever, having a fucking blast in someone's mini-van while other bands played. Justin was kinda blowing off steam about how every show he plays now (at that point) people expected him to get naked and do that whole thing. kinda like how GG hadda keep living up to GG, darby to darby, james chance james chance, ya know. that was just a small part of conversation, but ya could tell it was something that was really wearing on him. we stayed in that van for way too long, probably. by the time Nobunny started playing i'm not even sure where i was, out doin' thangs i guess. i caught maybe last 15 minutes of Nobunny. it was immediately clear justin was pretty fuckin fucked, band could barely hold it together and he could absolutely not hold it together. kinda mumbling lyrics, slurring, etc. the way i remember it, the band, one-by-one, kinda left the stage, a slight bit ashamed. ended up with justin standing there, in his bunny mask and underwear, talking to the crowd about what no one will ever know, as the drummer kinda keeps drumming and then peters out (PETERS OUT!). justin is left standing there alone, seemingly pleading and despondent. someone from the crowd decided to kick it up a notch and walked up and yanked down justin's panties. at which point me began to sob. into the microphone. seemed like that went on for at least a couple minutes. LOVED that show. sorry, jus.
i wish i had some funny stories tell about bands i've been in, however most of the embarrassing ones i either can't remember, or they weren't really funny, just embarrassing. the one that pops into my head is the first time catholic boys playing in Brooklyn, some pro-seeming bar with Mystery Girls (with whom we were touring) and Some Action. we got there early and the staff was super-nice, offering us a full keg and large bottle of Appleton Estate, or whatever it's called. i'm probably a month shy of 21 at the time. i remember sitting backstage with this old black guy, who was a bouncer or something, so excited to be playing in The Big Apple, drinking Appleton Estate rum (i think this is right), and i said something like "man, this really does taste like apple juice!" and the old guy just chuckled and really paid no mind. the 8 or whatever of us were sitting back there pounding beer and booze, and the old guy pulls out a big ol' blunt. we smoke it. at this time the mystery girls were the weed queens and i was comparatively (un)green. it's all quite hazy after the years and considering how smashed i was, but i mainly remember being onstage, and we were playing a song of mine "too much time to think" when i dropped my pick. i basically just remember fumbling around on the floor of the stage, falling on my face, laughing, drooling, looking for my pick, and at some point noticing jon the bass player is singing the words. i gave up. next thing i remember is being helped to the backstage and the old black guy laughing his ass of at me. i'm positive he saw it coming. i passed out and at some point later user: Bazooka Joe was in my face, yelling and pointing and laughing, saying "nickg, what the fuck, you're supposed to be punk! you're an embarrasment! you're such a let-down!!!" also Andy G, the fabulous, tried to get backstage but WASN'T ALLOWED, and then had his car towed, costing him $150 or something (he told me this the next year, which is why i remember). we went to stay with a friend in her shoebox apartment, where i crashed on the kitchen floor, fully clothed and using dog food bag as a pillow. at some point i must have woken up and eaten a cold can of chef boy-ar-dee ravioli. i only know this because of the chef boy-ar-dee ravioli puke i was using as a blanket. all-in-all, a pretty good night.
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That totally sounds like something Joe would say. Whatta dick. I can hear him doing his weasel voice while saying that. Joe, you dick!
That's funny tho. I wonder if it was Mojo? That fuckin guy.
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the only show i have felt embarassed about that i played was at sleazfest in amsterdam, as the guys were really nice and we repayed them by being total nobs. lessons were learnt tho. this was my report shortly after (our guitarist was in a wheel chair:
ok this didn't go so well, she fell out of the wheelchair very early in the set and i believe has compounded the fractures, we also had all our instruments and microphones taken off us by the sound man for some reason except the bass so i had to do the whole band on bass, but then noone else was on stage any more so i got sick of doing that, then as soon as i came off there were like 2 guys wanting to beat me up because of something that happened that i still can't work out, i think i smoothed that over, on the whole it was pretty much the worst set any band has ever probably played but it was on so late that i think a lot of people still enjoyed it on some level.
I think we got through 1 and a half songs before being pulled off. every other bad gig i have just about been able to convince myself it was because we are just too raw/uncompromising/punk and that is why people leave (rather than because we are just boringly lame like the odds would suggest).
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As far as onstage meltdowns go, The Warlocks had a pretty epic one here when I saw them 10 or so years ago. They were on tour with The Gris Gris circa "For The Season." Gris Gris set up on the floor before Warlocks and totally killed it! I don't think they were even playing out of the club's PA system at all. Warlocks went on and re-started a bunch of songs multiple times and did their best BJM impression bickering with each other the whole time. They said it was the worst show they've ever played. What a boring band!
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As far as onstage meltdowns go, The Warlocks had a pretty epic one here when I saw them 10 or so years ago. They were on tour with The Gris Gris circa "For The Season." Gris Gris set up on the floor before Warlocks and totally killed it! I don't think they were even playing out of the club's PA system at all. Warlocks went on and re-started a bunch of songs multiple times and did their best BJM impression bickering with each other the whole time. They said it was the worst show they've ever played. What a boring band!
I saw those bands on that tour also. It wasn't a Warlocks melt down or anything, but the Gris Gris cleaned the Warlocks' clock. Wiped the floor with them. Made them look pretty awful, etc etc.
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DMMR BMMR, approx 6 years ago i guess. ya know, the winter bummer in portland. we were playing the night with Nobunny headlining, and always nice to see people you know in a different city, especially when neither of ya's are from that town. so hanging out with justin, getting drunk and stoned and whatever, having a fucking blast in someone's mini-van while other bands played. Justin was kinda blowing off steam about how every show he plays now (at that point) people expected him to get naked and do that whole thing. kinda like how GG hadda keep living up to GG, darby to darby, james chance james chance, ya know. that was just a small part of conversation, but ya could tell it was something that was really wearing on him. we stayed in that van for way too long, probably. by the time Nobunny started playing i'm not even sure where i was, out doin' thangs i guess. i caught maybe last 15 minutes of Nobunny. it was immediately clear justin was pretty fuckin fucked, band could barely hold it together and he could absolutely not hold it together. kinda mumbling lyrics, slurring, etc. the way i remember it, the band, one-by-one, kinda left the stage, a slight bit ashamed. ended up with justin standing there, in his bunny mask and underwear, talking to the crowd about what no one will ever know, as the drummer kinda keeps drumming and then peters out (PETERS OUT!). justin is left standing there alone, seemingly pleading and despondent. someone from the crowd decided to kick it up a notch and walked up and yanked down justin's panties. at which point me began to sob. into the microphone. seemed like that went on for at least a couple minutes. LOVED that show. sorry, jus.
While that was absolutely an embarrassing train-wreck of a show, yr memory is off a bit. For one thing, there was no bunny mask. Just some masking tape on some sunglasses. I remember contemplating shaving all my body hair (eyebrows too) to make up for the lack of the mask. The whole band was fucked up and sloppy as hell (we had a new guitarist). I'm also pretty sure there was no crying on the mic. Not that that hasn't happened numerous times, but I don't recall that happening that evening. I also loved that show. It was fun for me and about 10% of the crowd. There are pics from that night where everyone in the audience looks upset except for the California crowd who are loving it. I remember the promoter trying to pay me (our whopping $150 out of town headliner fee) partially in cocaine though. I declined.
Sooo many embarrassing shows.
P.S. FUCK H@RRY HOWES
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I just remembered - I have seen Culo.
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I hitched a ride with BBQ & Demon's Claws for a few dates years ago. Lotsa fun. There was one pretty embarrassing Demon's Claws show in there -- nudity, forgotten songs, falling, etc. They were still good, and I saw many great DC shows before and after that. I think Satan's Little Pet Pig still stands up as an excellent, underrated rock album from the era. Also, Ysael rules. And Mark Sultan remains the funniest dude I've ever met through music.
Also saw the Warlocks/Gris Gris tour. And, yes, Gris Gris in the opening slot guaranteed a wholly anticlimactic show, as they were unstoppable at that point. And their obvious humility made the Warlocks' incense-garage schtick look/sound even more belabored and dumber than it already was.
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Ysael rules.
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Should've also mentioned that Sultan drumming for Demon's Claws was incredible. Every night: he absolutely ripped it up without breaking a sweat. Made it look effortless. Les Sexareenos were also fucking killer live. OK, now I'll make way for the embarrassments.
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While that was absolutely an embarrassing train-wreck of a show, yr memory is off a bit. For one thing, there was no bunny mask. Just some masking tape on some sunglasses. I remember contemplating shaving all my body hair (eyebrows too) to make up for the lack of the mask. The whole band was fucked up and sloppy as hell (we had a new guitarist). I'm also pretty sure there was no crying on the mic. Not that that hasn't happened numerous times, but I don't recall that happening that evening. I also loved that show. It was fun for me and about 10% of the crowd. There are pics from that night where everyone in the audience looks upset except for the California crowd who are loving it. I remember the promoter trying to pay me (our whopping $150 out of town headliner fee) partially in cocaine though. I declined.
Sooo many embarrassing shows.
P.S. FUCK H@RRY HOWES
ha, you're right about the mask! totally forgot about that. i maintain there was sobbing, but hey. also, good move on declining the cocaine, lotsa bloody noses that night!
i saw a one-man black metal band called Infanticide numerous times. it was always pretty embarrassing because it was one kid with a guitar playing along to a very shitty cd backing-track. he would talk about burning churches and killing babies in a very evil voice. one show i saw in a basement happened to be during the week, and in the scariest voice he could muster he announced over the mic "my mom wouldn't let me bring my guitar out on a school night, so all my music is pre-recorded." he stabbed a toy baby. at one point while thrashing around, his long hair got caught in a clothespin on the line and he was seriously tangled for several minutes. another show someone kept shouting "black metal!!!" until Infanticide finally broke character and, in his natural voice, said "dude, i don't know that one! sorry!" it was always fun watching him and i could never tell how serious he was vs. how funny he was trying to be. i think shortly after high school he went to afghanistan and killed a bunch of people for freedom. not gonna lie, made me look at him differently.
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Should've also mentioned that Sultan drumming for Demon's Claws was incredible. Every night: he absolutely ripped it up without breaking a sweat. Made it look effortless. Les Sexareenos were also fucking killer live. OK, now I'll make way for the embarrassments.
Sexareenos were the shit. Always drunk, or every time I saw 'em. I remember when they finally made it to Europe, and all the fonzies were weeping because Sexareenos were wasted and "fucked up the songs" and etc. That was part of the deal, as far as I was concerned.
Nick, thanks for the Infanticide note - that set was one of the funniest things I'd ever seen, expecially the "MOM" quote and the clothespins catching when he was whipping his hair around. Also agree that I thought his "thing" was pretty awesome until I realized he probably was serious after joining the service and laying waste to people.
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Sometime in the late 90s or there abouts, I found myself at a Promise Ring show. This was due to dating some girl who liked them or whatever (the things one does to get laid). Anyway, it was either them or an opening band which the singer, was singing some wounded bird sad sappy music, broke into tears. He had to stop playing and have a moment. He sat down on the stage and cried and many in attendance came up to console him. By far the most embarrassing thing I have ever seen at a show.
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^ Amazing!
As much as they suck(ed), it's very unlikely that was Promise Ring. Probably an opener. Wish you could remember the name, because nothing's funnier than emo names. Was it Planes Mistaken for Stars? Seven Days Of Samsara?
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I saw Promise Ring twice. First time was for free during the first week of college. In what now seems like a very '90s moment, the singer took a special break between songs to compliment an attractive lady in the audience on her ironic Molly Hatchet t-shirt.
The guitar player from At the Drive-In fell off the stage and into me while "rocking out" once.
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Saw BJM at some Camel-sponsored event in Columbus. Didn't really know anything about them but some people wanted to go. It was also free but you apparently had to preorder tickets or something. They ended up letting us in anyway. Only thing I remember is El Jesus De Magico played a great set and later BJM went on and dude was wasted, sounded awful, flipped out on about everyone in the room, including his band, sound guy, audience, bar staff... and cleared out the whole room. Guess that's par for the course, never given them a chance since. I got a free pack of Camels and an iron-on Rush truckers hat out of the deal, so not a total loss.
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Oh man, don't even get me started on the Massacre. Saw them a bunch of times in Clevo, always for free. Anton said his favorite club was the Grog and the owner's fave band was them, so they played there a lot. It was always a spectacle. One of the best times was during 2004 election night and everybody was watching the TVs (new Grog at this point) and Anton threw this insane hissy fit, screaming at his band and at George W but not out of any sense of social justice, but because he was taking the spotlight away. Such a clown, but there were always good drugs around. You could prob put that on his tombstone. I always wanted to ask about him about all the riffs and melodies he steals. But it was more fun to watch him by a dumb-ass, I guess.
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Was it Planes Mistaken for Stars? Seven Days Of Samsara?
Ha, those are good band names. I can't recall the opening band(s). I'm sure I didn't care enough at the time to pay attention. There was a local (Lafayette, IN) band from the same era called "Cartwheels On Clouds."
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Seven Days Of Samsara?
Come on Trick, Seven Days is screamo. They dont cry, they scream their emotions.
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Congratulations on Your Decision to Become a Pilot
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At the start of July I went to see ACDC at Wembley Stadium. My brother in law got 2 tickets for Xmas and asked me. I was in two minds but I went. Why not? I like some of their songs and it would be an experience right?
It was kind of entertaining but it was more bizarre than anything. And boring. Some onstage bickering and spiky banter might have improved it. I've never been to a stadium rock gig before. I'm sure I never will again. It was kind of how I imagined it would be. I was sat at the back and got the whole 'ants in the distance' experience - only the massive screens gave you an idea of what was happening onstage.
The whole thing was inevitably an entertainment spectacle and the notion of 'gig' doesn't really come into it. I guessed that was how it would be but to experience it was very odd.
I'm not ungrateful for the freebie but it was indeed embarrassing to see the rote behaviour of both band and fans.
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I've seen AC/DC a couple of times. Great band, of course. They do these shows night after night, you most likely won't see "onstage bickering," they have this shit down. I can totally see why somebody wouldn't like stadium rock concerts, I get it—especially if you are into the d.i.y. shows or whatever. However, I find them to be quite fun. That being said, I never go with high expectations of the bands and certainly not the fans. I go to sit out on the lawn seats, drink over-priced beers with my friends, and get stoned to the bejeezus belt. It is probably slightly more fun in Toronto because the concerts are on one of the nearby islands and we go party on the beach prior to the big event.
Every summer I go to at least one stupid show like this. This summer it was Van Halen (a kickass time!). But anything like KISS, Maiden, Priest...etc I will go check out. For better or for worse, these shows are eventually going to be gone. I mean there will still be crappy pop music playing large stadiums, but one by one these big rock acts that helped to pioneer these ridiculous shows are dropping off.
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I'd like to see Van Halen (for 30 minutes).
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i'm finally going to see kraftwek in september. would be funny if there were some calculator malfunctions on stage and they started griping in german. what if florian were exposed looking at porn instead of doing computer music. . . .
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Against my better judgement I went to see MDC on Saturday night at the encouraging of a friend. They were the the 1st band I ever saw live and blew me away in 82. Hence my reticence to see them 1/3 century later.
The young bassist and drummer were good musicians and Ron was as raging on guitar as he'd been 1st time round. Great savage guitar tone. Overall as a gig it was totally lacklustre though. Daves delivery was the delivery of a man clearly (and understandably) disinterested in hardcore as a form. It must be hard to maintain a passion to perform as you did in a style that was very much of its time (that's not a cue for a debate here....).
It was a bit embarrassing - I just focused on Ron and shut the others out.
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Man, I always thought MDC were embarassing, though I never saw them in '82 or anything. Spoon-fed kiddiecore I always assumed people liked because of the soapbox lyrics and not the music.
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Man, I always thought MDC were embarassing, though I never saw them in '82 or anything. Spoon-fed kiddiecore I always assumed people liked because of the soapbox lyrics and not the music.
Dead Cops gives them a lifetime pass for any sins. "Spoon-fed kiddiecore" is pure revisionist history. Bob Suren gave them props on a reunion gig in his book Cratedigger. Bob's word is bond.
Taking this discussion in another totally unrelated direction... man, Jared Fogle is in deep shit. What was he into? Boys? Girls? Teens? Third graders? Babies?
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Man, I always thought MDC were embarassing, though I never saw them in '82 or anything. Spoon-fed kiddiecore I always assumed people liked because of the soapbox lyrics and not the music.
Dead Cops gives them a lifetime pass for any sins. "Spoon-fed kiddiecore" is pure revisionist history. Bob Suren gave them props on a reunion gig in his book Cratedigger. Bob's word is bond.
Taking this discussion in another totally unrelated direction... man, Jared Fogle is in deep shit. What was he into? Boys? Girls? Teens? Third graders? Babies?
CBS just reported he had sex with miners. Cue Sockeye.
Oh, they meant minors. Teen girls. Jared said "the younger, the better"... his personal assistant is a real loose nut.
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Man, I always thought MDC were embarassing, though I never saw them in '82 or anything. Spoon-fed kiddiecore I always assumed people liked because of the soapbox lyrics and not the music.
Dead Cops gives them a lifetime pass for any sins. "Spoon-fed kiddiecore" is pure revisionist history. Bob Suren gave them props on a reunion gig in his book Cratedigger. Bob's word is bond.
How can it possibly be "revisionist" when I felt that way in '83? Maybe your ears are just broken? Band always sucked. Straight-up laughable garbage.
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Oh man, don't even get me started on the Massacre. Saw them a bunch of times in Clevo, always for free. Anton said his favorite club was the Grog and the owner's fave band was them, so they played there a lot. It was always a spectacle. One of the best times was during 2004 election night and everybody was watching the TVs (new Grog at this point) and Anton threw this insane hissy fit, screaming at his band and at George W but not out of any sense of social justice, but because he was taking the spotlight away. Such a clown, but there were always good drugs around. You could prob put that on his tombstone. I always wanted to ask about him about all the riffs and melodies he steals. But it was more fun to watch him by a dumb-ass, I guess.
I feel like this kind of shit must be par for the course with that style of "Satanic Majesties..."-wannabe retro shit rock bands. They all think they're hot shit, too cool for school, etc, but can't even handle the slightest curve ball thrown at them when someone flubs a chord or shit doesn't go their way. I saw that band Singapore Sling from Iceland like 12-13 years ago (opening for The Sick Lipstick and Cherry Valance in hands down one of the weirdest bills I've ever seen) and they seriously stop and restarted like 4 or 5 songs. It was horrible. Then I saw they got reviewed in Spin like a month or two later. Must have had a good agent! Never saw or heard of them again, though.
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I saw MDC in '82 supporting Peter & The Test Tube Babies and the Dead Kennedys and they were the absolute real deal. I went with a bunch of 1st wave punks that were about 3-4 years older than me and they visibly shocked, even scared by MDC. Sounds funny now but it's completely true. I already had the lp and knew what to expect but those that didn't had no idea what hit them. The between track ranting was also very effective, Dictor pretty much reciting all the lyrics to the next song, really hitting home their message.
From what I can tell they burnt very quickly after that tour, the Crass ep is great but every live show I've heard post '82 is lacking. There's a great '82 recording of their London gig where you can hear some card in the crowd half way through the set shout 'play a fast one'.
The MDC lp was the first progressive hc record in my opinion. There are some awesome arrangements, check out Church & State followed by Kill The Light.
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I saw MDC in '82 supporting Peter & The Test Tube Babies and the Dead Kennedys and they were the absolute real deal. I went with a bunch of 1st wave punks that were about 3-4 years older than me and they visibly shocked, even scared by MDC. Sounds funny now but it's completely true. I already had the lp and knew what to expect but those that didn't had no idea what hit them. The between track ranting was also very effective, Dictor pretty much reciting all the lyrics to the next song, really hitting home their message.
From what I can tell they burnt very quickly after that tour, the Crass ep is great but every live show I've heard post '82 is lacking. There's a great '82 recording of their London gig where you can hear some card in the crowd half way through the set shout 'play a fast one'.
The MDC lp was the first progressive hc record in my opinion. There are some awesome arrangements, check out Church & State followed by Kill The Light.
I second this, when I saw MDC Dave was an awesome front man. It was in a public park, cops were there in uniform and Dave kept yelling "not 100, not 1000, a Million Dead Fucking Cops" and the cops in the audience were visibly pissed.
The band was tight, and Dave was yelling the lyrics to each song like a lunatic before the band played each song with him. His lyrics were very direct and I respected that.
Wound up at a few parties with Dave at some point, as he was a friend of a friend. Turns out the guy isn't all fucking soapbox serious, and gets down like the rest of the freaks.
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I don't get the spoonfed kiddiecore ref. I do remember however how polarised opinion of MDC was in MRR around 83/84 mainly because of their overt politics. 'Preachy' was the de rigeur put down of the era.
Never really thought about MDC as progressive HC but goddammit you're right - there were numerous odd parts to their songs and quirky arrangements. Who else was doing that in '82?
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I don't get the spoonfed kiddiecore ref. I do remember however how polarised opinion of MDC was in MRR around 83/84 mainly because of their overt politics. 'Preachy' was the de rigeur put down of the era.
Never really thought about MDC as progressive HC but goddammit you're right - there were numerous odd parts to their songs and quirky arrangements. Who else was doing that in '82?
Elitist Prey owes more than a tad to MDC :)
Have a listen to Violent Redneck and ask yourself where you even start writing a song like that in '82. It's far beyond anything on Jellybeans, Flex, Boston or In A Car for example. Greedy & Pathetic was my favourite on the lp for years due t it's in yourfaceness but Church & State, Kill The Light is where the money is. What I also loved about them was how un punk they were, ugly old looking bastards with receding hairlines and beards, shabby old shirts and trousers. There was absolutely no pose or image whatsover, it was like beng brutalised by the truth with what was supposed to be entertainment. To be followed by Peter & The Test Babies was unplanned genius. Multi Death is also ground breaking, even Bob Mound stole the intro for The Biggest Lie. Didn't that intro spawn a genre? DRI and Crucifix as good as they are a pale reflection when it comes to political hardcore and nothing since has come close apart from Siege.
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I don't get the spoonfed kiddiecore ref. I do remember however how polarised opinion of MDC was in MRR around 83/84 mainly because of their overt politics. 'Preachy' was the de rigeur put down of the era.
Never really thought about MDC as progressive HC but goddammit you're right - there were numerous odd parts to their songs and quirky arrangements. Who else was doing that in '82?
Elitist Prey owes more than a tad to MDC :)
Have a listen to Violent Redneck and ask yourself where you even start writing a song like that in '82. It's far beyond anything on Jellybeans, Flex, Boston or In A Car for example. Greedy & Pathetic was my favourite on the lp for years due t it's in yourfaceness but Church & State, Kill The Light is where the money is. What I also loved about them was how un punk they were, ugly old looking bastards with receding hairlines and beards, shabby old shirts and trousers. There was absolutely no pose or image whatsover, it was like beng brutalised by the truth with what was supposed to be entertainment. To be followed by Peter & The Test Babies was unplanned genius. Multi Death is also ground breaking, even Bob Mound stole the intro for The Biggest Lie. Didn't that intro spawn a genre? DRI and Crucifix as good as they are a pale reflection when it comes to political hardcore and nothing since has come close apart from Siege.
Taking umbrage with what you said about Crucifix. Best band.
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I don't get the spoonfed kiddiecore ref. I do remember however how polarised opinion of MDC was in MRR around 83/84 mainly because of their overt politics. 'Preachy' was the de rigeur put down of the era.
Never really thought about MDC as progressive HC but goddammit you're right - there were numerous odd parts to their songs and quirky arrangements. Who else was doing that in '82?
Elitist Prey owes more than a tad to MDC :)
Have a listen to Violent Redneck and ask yourself where you even start writing a song like that in '82. It's far beyond anything on Jellybeans, Flex, Boston or In A Car for example. Greedy & Pathetic was my favourite on the lp for years due t it's in yourfaceness but Church & State, Kill The Light is where the money is. What I also loved about them was how un punk they were, ugly old looking bastards with receding hairlines and beards, shabby old shirts and trousers. There was absolutely no pose or image whatsover, it was like beng brutalised by the truth with what was supposed to be entertainment. To be followed by Peter & The Test Babies was unplanned genius. Multi Death is also ground breaking, even Bob Mound stole the intro for The Biggest Lie. Didn't that intro spawn a genre? DRI and Crucifix as good as they are a pale reflection when it comes to political hardcore and nothing since has come close apart from Siege.
Taking umbrage with what you said about Crucifix. Best band.
I did say 'as good as they are' and I do still love the lp. I do think they spent a bit too much time spiking their hair, polishing their studs (conical and pyramid) and making sure their dms were only half done up, when they could have spent more time trying to play in time. Just saying.
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Some cool recent ups of early mdc shows. This one's crazy, weird venue, really high stage. Then you realise they're outside and loads of cops at the end.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rdP0etn3idc
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Some cool recent ups of early mdc shows. This one's crazy, weird venue, really high stage. Then you realise they're outside and loads of cops at the end.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rdP0etn3idc
Dave Dictor is pointing a finger gun towards the coppers!?!?! This was in Lansing around the time Doc Dart was having his trouble with Meridian Township Popo.
Still hardcore in '84
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pACdjavg5K0 (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pACdjavg5K0)
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Some cool recent ups of early mdc shows. This one's crazy, weird venue, really high stage. Then you realise they're outside and loads of cops at the end.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rdP0etn3idc
There's a phone call on the Crucifucks record about this show! Must be it, right? How many times could they have played Lansing...
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I don't get the spoonfed kiddiecore ref. I do remember however how polarised opinion of MDC was in MRR around 83/84 mainly because of their overt politics. 'Preachy' was the de rigeur put down of the era.
Never really thought about MDC as progressive HC but goddammit you're right - there were numerous odd parts to their songs and quirky arrangements. Who else was doing that in '82?
Elitist Prey owes more than a tad to MDC :)
Have a listen to Violent Redneck and ask yourself where you even start writing a song like that in '82. It's far beyond anything on Jellybeans, Flex, Boston or In A Car for example. Greedy & Pathetic was my favourite on the lp for years due t it's in yourfaceness but Church & State, Kill The Light is where the money is. What I also loved about them was how un punk they were, ugly old looking bastards with receding hairlines and beards, shabby old shirts and trousers. There was absolutely no pose or image whatsover, it was like beng brutalised by the truth with what was supposed to be entertainment. To be followed by Peter & The Test Babies was unplanned genius. Multi Death is also ground breaking, even Bob Mound stole the intro for The Biggest Lie. Didn't that intro spawn a genre? DRI and Crucifix as good as they are a pale reflection when it comes to political hardcore and nothing since has come close apart from Siege.
Taking umbrage with what you said about Crucifix. Best band.
I did say 'as good as they are' and I do still love the lp. I do think they spent a bit too much time spiking their hair, polishing their studs (conical and pyramid) and making sure their dms were only half done up, when they could have spent more time trying to play in time. Just saying.
I get it, but that's the charm. I've imagined that when they recorded "Steelcase Enclosure" on the ep that bassist just dropped his bass to grab a fresh beer then picked it back up before the song ends. They were teenagers, man. Cut 'em some slack.
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I was deejaying at a show before bands played. Local opener goes on, and the singer is dressed like a cross between Gene Simmons and Robert Smith. He's trying to use his tuning pedal, but is so drunk that he keeps leaning backward and falling into his amplifer. After they do a quick line check, the sound guy asks the singer/guitarist to turn down his amp a bit. He responds by yelling, "WHY DON'T YOU TURN DOWN YOUR COCK?" People just stare at him.
He then begins demanding everyone in the venue come to the front of the stage. A few folks walk up, but others are sitting down and enjoying pizza, playing pool, etc. Singer refuses to play one note until literally every person is standing in front of him. People start ignoring him completely despite his constant threats of not playing. I verbally encourage him to shut the fuck up and play. His glazed eyes shift to me, and he sneers, "I'm not gonna listen to no pill-poppin' mother fucker of a DJ. I have dreams, man! Fucking dreams!"
His band mates looked mortified. The room cleared out after a couple songs, and they played the remainder of their set to the staff.
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That sounds awesome!!
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"I'm not gonna listen to no pill-poppin' mother fucker of a DJ. I have dreams, man! Fucking dreams!"
Purest gold. Go pill-popper.
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I cut and pasted this from my own previous post-
A Hate City (weird Seattle greaser/fancy eyeglass "gang") dude chucked a chair at grunge guitarist at Uncle Rocky's. Said guitarist chased Hate City dude who then LITERALLY hid behind his girlfriend. LITERALLY. Admittedly the Hate City dude was outnumbered as it would have been merely mano y mano had he not held his girlfriend in front of hm.
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"WHY DON'T YOU TURN DOWN YOUR COCK?"
Excellent.
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Friend of mine hyped the shit out of his band's upcoming show for months. Really pounded the pavement: flyers, personal phone calls. Surprisingly, hundreds of people really did show up. When it got time for them to headline, he walked on stage, looked at the audience in terror, and walked back off stage. The band just sat there and walked off after a few minutes. He later claimed that somebody gave him a "weird pill that made him feel funny". Yeah right.
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once saw the foppish singer bloke from the gobetweens say something to the audience that made their drummer burst into tears and leave the stage. can't remember what it was that he said tho.
just to clarrify. i was not there to see the little gobee's, they were supporting the laughing clowns.
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The dynamics on stage during a Swans concert was pretty cringe-inducing. They must have had a new bass player, as Gira kept turning around during the middle of songs to full-on scream at him for not playing the songs correctly. At one point, Gira walked over to the bassist and repeatedly pointed at a fret on the bass neck and screamed at him some more. I could see the bassist shouting back, "I am!!" (replying to Gira's insistence that he wasn't playing the right notes). I felt bad for the guy. He was obviously embarassed at being treated like a child.
Half an hour or so later, Gira caught sight of a woman either posting on Instagram or texting. He walked over to her, took the cell phone out of her hands, and threw it across the room.
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Loved watching Gira brutally put down a soundman who was texting during the set. There was fairly major sound problems, so it was well deserved.
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The singer of Loop berated the soundman, calling him by name, in between almost every song when I saw them. And they sounded totally fine. Annoying, prima donna bullshit.
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I cut and pasted this from my own previous post-
A Hate City (weird Seattle greaser/fancy eyeglass "gang") dude chucked a chair at grunge guitarist at Uncle Rocky's. Said guitarist chased Hate City dude who then LITERALLY hid behind his girlfriend. LITERALLY. Admittedly the Hate City dude was outnumbered as it would have been merely mano y mano had he not held his girlfriend in front of hm.
Worst fucking humans on earth.
On a related note, I drunkenly tore up Jeff Leonard's (HC kingpin fez wearing douche) phone number that he had handed my girlfriend at an old Foxxxes Pho Bang. It was literally printed on perforated paper, and he'd tear 'em off and give 'em to women. I watched him do it. So I went over and grabbed it from her, shot him a look, flipped him off and proceeded to chew it up, take it out of my mouth, drop my pants and shove it in my ass. He seemed amused.
A weird time. Daddy drank.
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I remember being promised I could use somebody's stack for a show at a bar once. When I showed up, it turned out to be a 10 watt practice amp. Also, there was no PA. All you could hear was bass, drums and vocals. Pretty horrid. We somehow got through.
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The band Youthb*tch (I won't dignify their vulgar name) played here in Austin, Texas. They are from Portland, Oregon. They were bad. At one point their guitarist broke a string and sat down on stage to change it because nobody would lend him a guitar. The rest of the band immediately and eagerly launched into a spirited version of "Dead Flowers," complete with a yowling, mangled interpretation of a Southern accent. Halfway through, the guitarist stood back up, ready to join back in, except he didn't know the song. Not like he didn't know how to play it. He literally seemed to have never heard the song in his life. "WHAT'S THIS SONG?" he yelled at his bandmates. They ignored him and kept playing. "HEY! GUYS! HELLOOOOO? WHAT SONG IS THIS?!" he screamed, waving his arms at them to get their attention. They ignored him and soldiered on through "Dead Flowers" as people streamed out of the bar. The guitarist gave up, sat back down, and pouted for the duration of the song.
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That's two embarrassing incidents of shitty bands playing "Dead Flowers" in this thread.
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That's two embarrassing incidents of shitty bands playing "Dead Flowers" in this thread.
Probably splitting cunt hairs here, but could there be a good cover of that one?
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That's two embarrassing incidents of shitty bands playing "Dead Flowers" in this thread.
Probably splitting cunt hairs here, but could there be a good cover of that one?
https://youtu.be/1euwyTl8J6U
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saw a band play a house show and the bass player took too much clonazepam before they played and fell asleep during their set. i went to wake him up on the couch and he handed me the bass and i said dude youre playing right now and he took it back, unplugged it and passed out again.
also resurrecting this thread cause its great
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i saw sheer mag play it was the saddest thing ive ever witnessed
played a show in a house that had never played a show before in 2014. i dont know who booked it but for whatever reason, quite out of place, a very bad local band named popshot was booked to play it (https://popshotpunk.bandcamp.com/ if youre so inclined). god awful nofx/queers style "funny" 90s punk. upon hearing their lyrics (yes I know, what kind of house show are you at where you can understand the lyrics? well all the instruments were turned way down and the vocals were very loud at the insistence of the vocalist) and letting the band play maybe 25 minutes they were asked politely to stop playing, and then confronted by various people at the house about their awful and unfunny lyrics (odd to think about when you consider other posts in this thread about shows in the 90s with people having actual "shocking" lyrics and not catching any flak about it). While dragging their gear out of the house, still being yelled at by various people, the vocalist loudly exclaims "you guys dont think our lyrics are okay, but you watch the daily show and family guy!" to which almost everyone in the house vocally responds "no, we don't." the guitar player of said band talked to me after this and apologized and claimed he would quit the band. anyway the house never hosted a show again.
the band "the bug" played a show here during the run up to the 2016 election where for what felt like 7 minutes the vocalist went on and on about how bad trump is while the rest of the band just stood there. keep in mind the show was at a collectively run vegan cafe.
idk if this is completely embarrassing but I was the sole member of the audience of the opener of locals only metal show, save for one band members mom who asked if I knew the members of the band. I didnt. they still played their hearts out, spinning their hair around and all that shit
when i played chicago bric-a-brak like a year ago with qqql i threw records at the audience one which hit someone in the face causing him to bleed. we were promptly "kicked off" the show we were supposed to play in hammond the next day for being "problematic". i said sorry to the guy but i was very drunk and may have been laughing at him. if you are out there, i am sorry. those plastic record sleeves are shaper than you'd think.
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My friend was in a horrible rockabilly band (I was in it years earlier) that played a show at a skate park. The bass player had one of those goofy Stray Cats stand up basses. During the very first song, the stand up bass broke a string and shit out. My friend, the singer, threw down his hollowbody guitar and goes "thanks to our asshole bass player, the show is CANCELLED!" He walked off the stage in a huff and everybody laughed at him.
This was normal for this band, which was a train wreck, but at this particular show, every hotshot local scene kid(we were early 20's) was there and it had been hyped to death. Like 100 people we know showed up. He never lived it down.
About twenty minutes later, I went to check on him, and he was standing near a bus stop with his guitar around his back like Johnny Cash. We offered him a ride but he told us to fuck off.
Same friend is like 40 now, still listens to Gene Vincent and talks about getting the band back together 20 years later. I got weird friends.
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speaking of stand up basses like stray cats, i think the living end is a really good band, or at least was. am i stupid as shit or am i right on this one chief
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I dug em': they were talented and had a good look/gimmick. Other TB's will might not be as forgiving. I also like pop punk.
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ps- fess up to yr paranormal experiences in the other thread! I know you've seen spirits and UFOs.
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only UFO i have seen is with michael shenker. sorry! rock bottom!
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I saw Piss Test a couple years ago right after the dude had just gotten a vasectomy. Neutered definitely describes it right, limped through like 3 songs and called it quits for the night. Very bad
Crucifragnum at Eternal Warfare this last year weren't great mic stand kept falling and the drummer looked pissed, bummed too cause I haven't seen them since and I think they are a very solid band on record
Foreseen last year. Fantastic band, they played to 5 people total in Portland. One dude tried slamdancing towards the end but nah. A fucking shoegaze band opened too, whoever booked that fucked up horribly
guy above me seems like a cunt. I mean Ought is p fucking terrible but come on man
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A couple of years ago I played in a band for a short period. I wasn't really in a good place to start a band: I'd just moved in a new city, I didn't feel comfortable within the "scene", felt everybody was judging me and just thought I couldn't write a song for shit. But this friend of mine insisted I start this band with him and this other guy I didn't know (now we're great friends).
We started playing shows and I wasn't confident in the songs, we were playing a cover or two which is something I loathe, and the bass player was making an ass of himself on stage berating the audience, throwing himself on the ground, basically doing some sort of Jay Reatard impersonation—which is cool if it's a hot show, but if it's your third gig and you're playing in front of 15 people who are just staring at you and politely applauding is kinda sad. So show after show I get more annoyed.
We finally play in this really cool squat at this really cool festival organized by this collective I'm part of with some great bands I really really liked. We're opening. After maybe a third of the set my guitar strap shits the bed mid-song, leaving me to try and play it while balancing it against my body, failing. Bass player and drummer acknowledge the situation and keep playing, going into some improvisational-half cover of something completely random. I'm going "hey, anybody got a guitar strap?" but nobody can hear me over bass and drums. I see the bass player start to walk towards the back of the room and I think he's going to help me but instead he's just spitting fake blood on the audience trying to get them to hit his bass so it goes "boom" or something. I'm still trying and failing to play. This goes on for what feels like 20 minutes, but is probably less than 5. I have to yell into the mic to make them stop playing and fucking listen to me that I need a new fucking strap. Somebody from one of the other bands finally helps me. I scream "LAST SONG" with the voice of somebody who's having a nervous breakdown and we play whatever the last song was.
I felt like such a useless piece of shit after, it almost ruined the whole weekend for me.
We never played another show or practiced again and I quit the band a few days after.
They went on to become really good now that the bass player switched to guitar and they got this other bass player—they still play one of the covers though.
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Foreseen last year. Fantastic band, they played to 5 people total in Portland. One dude tried slamdancing towards the end but nah. A fucking shoegaze band opened too, whoever booked that fucked up horribly
Once I was chatting with the Foreseen singer and I thought he told me the name of his band was "Foreskin". I think I laughed. They are a pretty heavy hitter. Sorry if I embarrassed you, user: Pete Tnt.
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Saw BJM at some Camel-sponsored event in Columbus. Didn't really know anything about them but some people wanted to go. It was also free but you apparently had to preorder tickets or something. They ended up letting us in anyway. Only thing I remember is El Jesus De Magico played a great set and later BJM went on and dude was wasted, sounded awful, flipped out on about everyone in the room, including his band, sound guy, audience, bar staff... and cleared out the whole room. Guess that's par for the course, never given them a chance since. I got a free pack of Camels and an iron-on Rush truckers hat out of the deal, so not a total loss.
Saw them in Brooklyn a few years ago. I still suspect that BJM was responsible for the power-outage 3/4 into the opener, Chui Wan, who was playing psychedelic rock with infinitely more style and effort than BJM ever has lol. Terrible Lou Reed jokes after every fuckin song, left before I heard a song of theirs I could recognize.
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saw the bjm lots of times. but once, when it was at emo's - kind of in a period where their hype had died down, i saw a girl i knew in the audience, and she said, "im gonna blow Anton tonight." i didn't know any of the names of the guys in the band so i was just like, "cool", and also, i was like glad for the guy, because she, at one point, had given me a blow job, in fact the best blow job i've ever had! so later after the gig we're kinda hanging out, and they come walking by and she wants to introduce me to the singer, and of course she goes, . . . HB, this is Anton. he was pretty nice, and i thought, wow, this girl can just go and find any old singer of any band and have her way with them.. an unremarkable show, but apparently even boring rock shows can find happy endings. :)
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glad to hear spreading STDs is just that easy
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glad to hear spreading STDs is just that easy
You're like the pMRC and the Moral Majority combined.
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yes. no sex allowed. and no cussing
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Saw BJM at some Camel-sponsored event in Columbus. Didn't really know anything about them but some people wanted to go. It was also free but you apparently had to preorder tickets or something. They ended up letting us in anyway. Only thing I remember is El Jesus De Magico played a great set and later BJM went on and dude was wasted, sounded awful, flipped out on about everyone in the room, including his band, sound guy, audience, bar staff... and cleared out the whole room. Guess that's par for the course, never given them a chance since. I got a free pack of Camels and an iron-on Rush truckers hat out of the deal, so not a total loss.
Saw them in Brooklyn a few years ago. I still suspect that BJM was responsible for the power-outage 3/4 into the opener, Chui Wan, who was playing psychedelic rock with infinitely more style and effort than BJM ever has lol. Terrible Lou Reed jokes after every fuckin song, left before I heard a song of theirs I could recognize.
I remember when Camel people were giving out free Camel Crush packs at every hipster thing I went to in the early 2000's. Goth clubs, garage rock shows...even at shitty punk bar shows someone would show up with free packs of Camel Crush for signing onto the mailing list. These people had their tentacles deep back in the day, I'm not surprised they sponsored a show.
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wish i was around for those days, all we get here is PBR shit and they dont even give any away
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Emo fiends would line up for this free pack of cigarettes, it was quite a sight to behold.
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why smoke when u can play with your clit.. .idiots.
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what shit does PBR hand out now? Like coupons for beer? Or what?
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they diont hand out anything thats what im saying... its bullshit. they hire some artist to paint a "pbr inspired painting" at a fucking show. thats it. where are the BEEERS
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That's so lame, they don't even hand out coupons for discounts on beer? Jesus!
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leave it to pbr. bring back those shitty free snickers.
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I remember this: I saw a bunch of 30-something, obviously "normie" guys who liked punk play their first show outside of a local brewery a few years back. Horrible sound, couldn't keep it together, Epiphone equipment, just a total shit show. It was outside and people kept walking away. But it was like one of those things you could tell they wanted to do since 17, life happened, and they were just now going about it? It kind of was like a cross between The Wipers and Epitaph records skate punk. Singer was some total yuppie Asian guy who looked horrified to be playing live.
Like imagine a group of really nervous 16 year olds playing their first punk show? But middle aged men?
BUT...I give them credit for doing it!
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since this thread is branching out, and I probably mentioned this somewhere else but my personal snappy comeback to a band was thus:
(Circa 2008 at a club in Tokyo)
Dearly departed Damien Lovelock of the Celibate Rifles: This is a song by a band that put out one great record followed by a bunch of shitty ones...
Me: Don't they all!!
(followed by a Rose Tattoo cover)
The rhythm guitarist grinned (I had chatted with him before the show) but maybe Damien took it as an insult!
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The early San Diego HC punk scene was pretty embarrassing in general ~ I personally saw a SD SkinHead (don't worry, they were mostly Mex-Amer!) try to beat down Mike Ness, and I heard that they also tried to beat on the Lords of the New Church! But I also witnessed an idiot skin we nicknamed "Potato head" spit on Milo when he came out with Black Flag before Henry and did some grinding (improvised?) lurcher...wtf dude?
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nike ness had it coming
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...but Stiv was innocent!
seriuosly tho, I was full-on into east coast HC by that SD show and only went because San Diego was starved for shows and it was close by my house. I had SSD stenciled on my jeans ffs but probably hadn't seen Another State of Mind although I probably knew of Ness' anti-SE feelings ~ watever~ the beatdown was most likely for wearing eyeliner!
Can't remember who opened that night, but I did see 5051 at that same venue ~opening for the Red Rockers maybe...they were one of the better SD bands and worthy of KBDedness in retrospective I suppose.
Do you have that Our Blowout comp. cassette Vedi?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qOwSdWEsjis
5.0.5.1 - El Salvador
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VRWwJZ44Sh4
5.0.5.1 - Target of Insanity
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5051's track on the 'Charred Remains' comp is A1.
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...but Stiv was innocent!
seriuosly tho, I was full-on into east coast HC by that SD show and only went because San Diego was starved for shows and it was close by my house. I had SSD stenciled on my jeans ffs but probably hadn't seen Another State of Mind although I probably knew of Ness' anti-SE feelings ~ watever~ the beatdown was most likely for wearing eyeliner!
Can't remember who opened that night, but I did see 5051 at that same venue ~opening for the Red Rockers maybe...they were one of the better SD bands and worthy of KBDedness in retrospective I suppose.
Do you have that Our Blowout comp. cassette Vedi?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qOwSdWEsjis
5.0.5.1 - El Salvador
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VRWwJZ44Sh4
5.0.5.1 - Target of Insanity
ive never heard of that comp, i love old hardcore cassette comps. thanks for sharing
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Great - enjoy! I went to high school with two of the guys from District Tradition on that cassette...One was James Cooper who went on to the Meatmen...
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Was anyone here present for the Lost Sounds meltdown in Europe?
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Was anyone here present for the Lost Sounds meltdown in Europe?
I wasn't but I still have the DVD. It was at the Taun club, in Fidenza (Italy).
That reminds me: I was at the famous Wavves meltdown in Barcelona in 2009! That was funny. I thought he was trolling, had a great time watching it unfold. He was constantly stopping and berating the sound person because he couldn't hear, then trying to play something, forgetting what he was playing, stopping again to tune up and yell more. Until the drummer threw part of his kit at him and fled the stage.
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doubly hilarious because they are such a bad band
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Was anyone here present for the Lost Sounds meltdown in Europe?
I wasn't but I still have the DVD. It was at the Taun club, in Fidenza (Italy).
That reminds me: I was at the famous Wavves meltdown in Barcelona in 2009! That was funny. I thought he was trolling, had a great time watching it unfold. He was constantly stopping and berating the sound person because he couldn't hear, then trying to play something, forgetting what he was playing, stopping again to tune up and yell more. Until the drummer threw part of his kit at him and fled the stage.
I believe it spilled directly over to the Goner board with either Jay or Alicia complaining about it directly to the board.
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I was waiting for somebody who actually was there to tell the story but I guess I'll have to.
I can't remember what ignited it (I think Alicja wanting to play a different song and not backing down or something) but at one point Jay left the stage and went into the green room (the door went directly onto the stage) and started throwing shit at Alicja on stage, including an empty hard plastic case for water bottles. At the same time, Alicja was laughing at him and saying into the microphone "Jay has a small dick" or something like that. That was the meltdown. The audience seemed to enjoy it.
Then our friend who had booked the tour had to drive them back to his parents' house (separate cars) and he was up all night worrying they would've killed each other. The morning after the band was over.
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I've seen video. She was also saying that Jay needed a hug. could someone give Jay a hug
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Mark Sultan threw an insane fit as he thought that my friend called him fat (which he didn't, he said "lets go fatsos" to our group of people to prompt to go to see the gig) while walking to the stage. He came back a year later (along side Tyvek tour I think) and and just ranted the entire gig how he didn't want to be there in the first place.
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Another good one to hear about would be King Khan and BBQ in Australia. WTF happened there?!