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jackshoegazerI forgot to mention that I went to an LCD Soundsystem concert last week. Hot Chip was the opening band. It was a damned fine show. Arguably one of the best I've ever been to, actually. And that's saying quite a bit. I've been to a lot of concerts and raves. My first show was Nirvana in 1993, so that's 17 years of shows.
Wow, has it really been that long. It has, almost to the day.
I had spent the summer working in a factory. Mostly, assembling the dividing inserts that go into cases of wine bottles. We also put all of the component parts of a Christmas crossstitch pattern in a bag & sealed it. We took to writing surreal notes on the backs of the cover insert page. We put a can of Pepsi in one bag. When we found a giant wasp in a bag, we left it.
That fall, my junior year of high school, I had a measly $50 left from that job when m friend Kathy who sat in front of me in physics came bouncing (literally - this is not hyperbole) down the hall singing, "I got Nirvana tickets, I got Nirvana tickets! You want one?"
Uh, yes.
So we loaded up her mum's Suburban and another car of people and went to Milwaukee. Mudhoney and Jawbreaker opened the show. It was a blast. I spent the last of my money on a t-shirt (and then was very upset when I realized I could have bought two or three shirts from the sketchy vendors outside the show afterward for the same price.) Some guy in a 1970's south Texas suit tried to sell me acid in the bathroom. The mosh pit when Nirvana started was so tight and furious, when I jumped at the opening of their first song (Radio Friendly Unit Shifter, if memory serves) and the crowd surged forward, I was caught mid-air and didn't touch the ground for at least two minutes. At the end of the show, I had other people's blood on my new shirt. Different shades of red, so I guess multiple people.
We all wore our sweaty, smelly, bloody shirts to school the next day. By spring, Kurt Cobain was gone and I felt bad for my friends who passed on the October show, who thought they would catch Nirvana at Lollapalooza in the summer.
I saw Courtney Love the following autumn with Madder Rose and Veruca Salt in the tiny and now defunct Paramount. She threw lunch meat into the audience after she beat up a frat guy on stage because he ripped her dress off while she was crowd surfing. Yes, I was three feet away from a naked Courtney Love and yes, it was amazing watching her drag that douchebag on stage and kick his ass. It was weird, but it too was a good show.
Wow, has it really been that long. It has, almost to the day.
I had spent the summer working in a factory. Mostly, assembling the dividing inserts that go into cases of wine bottles. We also put all of the component parts of a Christmas crossstitch pattern in a bag & sealed it. We took to writing surreal notes on the backs of the cover insert page. We put a can of Pepsi in one bag. When we found a giant wasp in a bag, we left it.
That fall, my junior year of high school, I had a measly $50 left from that job when m friend Kathy who sat in front of me in physics came bouncing (literally - this is not hyperbole) down the hall singing, "I got Nirvana tickets, I got Nirvana tickets! You want one?"
Uh, yes.
So we loaded up her mum's Suburban and another car of people and went to Milwaukee. Mudhoney and Jawbreaker opened the show. It was a blast. I spent the last of my money on a t-shirt (and then was very upset when I realized I could have bought two or three shirts from the sketchy vendors outside the show afterward for the same price.) Some guy in a 1970's south Texas suit tried to sell me acid in the bathroom. The mosh pit when Nirvana started was so tight and furious, when I jumped at the opening of their first song (Radio Friendly Unit Shifter, if memory serves) and the crowd surged forward, I was caught mid-air and didn't touch the ground for at least two minutes. At the end of the show, I had other people's blood on my new shirt. Different shades of red, so I guess multiple people.
We all wore our sweaty, smelly, bloody shirts to school the next day. By spring, Kurt Cobain was gone and I felt bad for my friends who passed on the October show, who thought they would catch Nirvana at Lollapalooza in the summer.
I saw Courtney Love the following autumn with Madder Rose and Veruca Salt in the tiny and now defunct Paramount. She threw lunch meat into the audience after she beat up a frat guy on stage because he ripped her dress off while she was crowd surfing. Yes, I was three feet away from a naked Courtney Love and yes, it was amazing watching her drag that douchebag on stage and kick his ass. It was weird, but it too was a good show.
