Damian wrote:How was this... anyone?
Excellent.
DJ Bubba Guitar was pretty much just a guy playing CD's up until the show started. I was shocked by how good his selections were though. Even the stuff he played that I was unfamiliar with was really great. He and I chatted for a good bit after the show.
The Rodney Speed thing was different but entertaining. You'd never have known that drumming wasn't Ginger's "real" calling.
The Wildhearts were fantastic. I think it was the tightest show I've ever seen them play. Aside from a couple of flubs, namely CJ miscounting his "ca"s in Caffeine Bomb at one point, and the entire band losing their place during the bridge in Dangerlust and having to confer with Ritch to get back on track, it was spot on. Definitely the most "sounds like the album" performance I've seen in my now five concerts attended. They were also very lively and energetic and seemed to really be enjoying themselves. No obvious tension between members/crew, as seen at the last New York show.
One big, big, big disappointment for me, however, was that the B-Sides section of the show was massively culled down to a shocking FIVE B-sides, including Caffeine Bomb.
Here's the set:
Greetings From Shitsville
TV Tan
Everlone
Shame On Me
Loveshit
Miles Away Girl
My Baby Is A Headfuck
Suckerpunch
News Of The World
Drinking About Life
Love U 'Til I Don't
Dangerlust
Girlfriend Clothes
Caffeine Bomb
Beautiful Thing You
29X The Pain
We got to talk to all of the band members as usual. Although this time it was more my wife chasing people down than me. I ran into Scott early on, before the show, and found that I had pretty much nothing to say... so I didn't go out of my way after that for fear of looking like a starstruck dumbfounded dipshit.
And finally... one other note. There was this very pleasant couple who traveled there from Michigan, and at some point in the show a person who I'm told is the bassist for Sorry and the Sinatras actually urinated on the floor and on the woman's coat. Actually standing in the middle of the crowd this guy just whips it out and pisses. My wife attempted to confront him but he got nasty enough with her about it that I felt the need to pull her away from him, for fear of her getting hit.
A very close friend of mine witnessed the urinating, and I have no doubt that it happened. And the woman from Michigan definitely found herself with a soaking wet, stinking jacket after the show that she had to stuff into a trash bag provided to her by the venue.