First of all heres a great track to set the mood: Take it from the man.
Brian Jonestown Massacre played last night to a sell out crowd at San Fran. One of the best shows in a looong time, they played for going on two and a half hours, total value for money. I could rant on about how great they sounded but instead here's a rough transcription of some of the between song banter. Anton lives up to his reputation for sure.
After the first few songs the band proceeded to light up a few cigarettes.
Jocular audience member: "You cant smoke inside"
Anton: Don't tell me what I can't do.
(mockingly) You can't smoke inside, you can't put a man on the moon.
As the set went on and the Jack Daniels was flowing things got messier.
Anton, ranting:We're staying at this hotel. We might need directions there after the show we have no fucking idea where it is. Have you ever thought of bringing your own TV to a hotel? You could pretend to be Keith Moon but just throw your own TV out the window.
Bass player: Yeah , like throw a plasma screen.
Anton: Fuck that, a plasma screen?
Tambourine man: Pffft, I want some tube action.
Anton: Yeah maybe if you put a goat on top of it. And maybe put watermelons on its horns, then it would make a good splat.
Tension builds between Anton and bass player. Then during the next song break:
Anton referring to the bass player to the drummer: He can't even fucking remember the bass line.
Drummer tries to stick up for him.
Anton: No he fucking can't he only got to the third note then he fucked it up.
Brilliant.
Cheers Galesburg, we should do it again sometime.
5.9.08
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