Friday the 13th! Lydia Lunch! Ahh!
We rolled up a little early and met Kurt from Atavistic Records and Ms. Lunch herself. Had some dinner with them at that Spanish joint around the corner and such. Also, no crazy tales of Lydia, she was friendly and awesome and all that, but of course I am quite biased. She did have a strangeish fan stop in and give her flowers and take some pics, it was an odd moment. Luckily I had beer. It must be a drag.
Knitting Factory was absolutely mobbed and insane, totally crowded. Both shows sold out (I was only hitting the early one, alas; with Mike Prophase in tow). Baked goods were consumed and beers were had (along with a roasted pork burrito). Missed any/all opening acts because I was watching Kurt hold court at the merch table and got to see thee most amazing exchange that went something like this:
Youngish Gent in Flipper Shirt: You should press up some of this stuff on vinyl.
Kurt: uh...
Youngish Gent in Flipper Shirt: Vinyl sounds better.
Kurt: Yeah.. and anal is tighter, but sometimes you take what you can get.
Me: Bahhhhhhahaha!!!
The kid took it the right way and we all wondered aloud at Kurt's impeccable analogy and timing. Flipper kid agreed with my buzzed ass that the show was worth it already. Of course, the show was made me for much earlier when I got light one of Lydia's cigarettes.
Teenage Jesus & the Jerks' lineup was Lydia, Thurston Moore on bass and Jim Sclavunos on percussion. Preset some loudmouth tried to start a "hey ho, let's go" chant and it did not catch on. In fact, I think it got booed. My ECW chant at Magnetic Fields in Swathmore went over better. Short, perfect screech noisy burnt set, it was exactly like it was supposed to be in my head. That said, it was fuckin' crowded and as a short guy, in the back (thanks to too much beer and babble, so I know it is my fault), I couldn't see much besides Thurston's mug. Alas, no pics of the show. Sorry dear, Nice Pooperites. Set was probably about 25 minutes long maximum, again perfect. It was odd hearing these songs get cheered for, even though I was clapping as well. Lydia was great at bashing the hecklers, of course. I figure at least 80% of the audience had to have jerked off to her at some point in their lives (if not at the actual show), hell I think I did on d-pe once! After rotating back to the merch table we watched the celebs come and go, the shirts go flyin' off the table and some wonderful hot pants. After that, I collected Mr. Prophase up and we skeedaddled our burnt way back to the Keystone State with magical texts of 20-2 Phillies victory over the Cards.
Here are some photos from the show that I did not take.
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"My ECW chant at Magnetic Fields in Swathmore went over better."
That's gold. I've got to pull that one out sometime. Maybe a 'You Fucked Up' chant, too.
"I figure at least 80% of the audience had to have jerked off to her at some point in their lives (if not at the actual show), hell I think I did on d-pe once!"
Yeah, as kid, with Kern's 'Fingered'. HAHAHAHAHA!
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