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When you blow your moon away
Apr. 10th, 2011 02:23 amI will start by saying that there is no drunken crowd like a Detroit drunken crowd. The guy behind me shouted "Seven Veils!" so many times, I was strongly tempted to shout "Freebird!" And of course there was the "We love your wife" guy, who went on to try the "We love turkey" variant.
This was a rough show, and I confess that I like rough shows better than overpolished ones. Rough shows let you see what's really going on. After Tuesday's concert, it was disappointing to go back to "lots of bass and fuck hearing the melody". PM was exhausted and a little catty. But the nice thing was that, a little way in, he owned it, announcing that he was exhausted and a little catty.
He made the lights guy tinker with the lights because he didn't care for the way they turned out, and then turned to us and said "I'm going to have to buy him a bottle of wine." In fact, there was a good deal of audience chatter. He talked about his daughter (whose former nanny was apparently in the house), how new band members weren't allowed to touch him for five months "...but *you* can touch me." He then proclaimed himself old and showed us his tits. It was that sort of a show.
All in all, the crappy sound made it hard to enjoy, but I got my entire ticket's worth when he did "Fall With Your Knife".
I will spend a good deal of print on the opening band, for reasons which will become apparent, but first the drinking. The house special was Jack Daniels Honey for $5. I asked the bartender what it tasted like, and he nodded and said it tasted just like it sounded--like somebody had stirred some honey into a shot of Jack. After he'd been so pleasant, I felt like I owed it to him to try it. And he was totally right. All the bitter underlying kick of Jack Daniels wrapped up in the cloying sweetness of too much honey.
Our opening band was named Livan. (As the lead singer said, it's Ivan with an L in front of it.)
These guys were delightful! They were So! Fucking! Rock and Roll! I laughed a lot. I hope that was their intention. The lead singer was bald and shirtless, in leather pants, with a Johnny Rotten voice. The guitarist had a mod haircut, wore sunglasses on stage, and had a leather vest with military medals on it. The bassist was deliciously androgynous and was wearing a gold lame jacket. My notes say 'mao jacket' but it had a collar and was more fitted. The drummer was doing spins and flips with his sticks the whole time.
The sound was sort of Southern Death Cult meets the Stooges, with a Velvet Underground cover thrown in for fun. But really the music wasn't the important thing here.
The important thing was that they had a gong on stage for the lead singer to bang on during a couple of the songs. A fucking gong. F'realz, yo.
And at the end of the set, of course the drummer tossed his stick out to the crowd.
I bought a CD as a way of saying 'thank you' but I expect that without the visuals it just won't be the same.
( Cut for pictures )
This was a rough show, and I confess that I like rough shows better than overpolished ones. Rough shows let you see what's really going on. After Tuesday's concert, it was disappointing to go back to "lots of bass and fuck hearing the melody". PM was exhausted and a little catty. But the nice thing was that, a little way in, he owned it, announcing that he was exhausted and a little catty.
He made the lights guy tinker with the lights because he didn't care for the way they turned out, and then turned to us and said "I'm going to have to buy him a bottle of wine." In fact, there was a good deal of audience chatter. He talked about his daughter (whose former nanny was apparently in the house), how new band members weren't allowed to touch him for five months "...but *you* can touch me." He then proclaimed himself old and showed us his tits. It was that sort of a show.
All in all, the crappy sound made it hard to enjoy, but I got my entire ticket's worth when he did "Fall With Your Knife".
I will spend a good deal of print on the opening band, for reasons which will become apparent, but first the drinking. The house special was Jack Daniels Honey for $5. I asked the bartender what it tasted like, and he nodded and said it tasted just like it sounded--like somebody had stirred some honey into a shot of Jack. After he'd been so pleasant, I felt like I owed it to him to try it. And he was totally right. All the bitter underlying kick of Jack Daniels wrapped up in the cloying sweetness of too much honey.
Our opening band was named Livan. (As the lead singer said, it's Ivan with an L in front of it.)
These guys were delightful! They were So! Fucking! Rock and Roll! I laughed a lot. I hope that was their intention. The lead singer was bald and shirtless, in leather pants, with a Johnny Rotten voice. The guitarist had a mod haircut, wore sunglasses on stage, and had a leather vest with military medals on it. The bassist was deliciously androgynous and was wearing a gold lame jacket. My notes say 'mao jacket' but it had a collar and was more fitted. The drummer was doing spins and flips with his sticks the whole time.
The sound was sort of Southern Death Cult meets the Stooges, with a Velvet Underground cover thrown in for fun. But really the music wasn't the important thing here.
The important thing was that they had a gong on stage for the lead singer to bang on during a couple of the songs. A fucking gong. F'realz, yo.
And at the end of the set, of course the drummer tossed his stick out to the crowd.
I bought a CD as a way of saying 'thank you' but I expect that without the visuals it just won't be the same.
( Cut for pictures )