BRMC - Indy - June 5, 2007
Tuesday evening saw black rebel motorcycle club return to indy for a completely ass-kicking show.
my previous attempts to see them in concert have been spotty.......i saw them at the shelter in detroit in 2003, but i got there late and was stuck at the back of the venue......then i had tix to see them at newport music hall in columbus in 2006, but was unable to make the trip.
needless to say, when early bird tix went on sale back in march for this indy show at the music mill, i was all over it......$15 very well spent!
as usual, loser boy was at the venue way too early, but at least it secured me a spot at the stage.
dead combo was the first band to hit the stage, somewhere around 8:45pm......tight, sludge-y power trio with the volume to 11......and a cute female drummer that i stared at for most of the set.
the cobbs were the second band to hit the stage, somewhere around 9:30pm......pretty standard alternative rock band, but nothing to complain about......
finally.....the moment.
peter, robert and nick take the stage and rip into the first 2 tracks from baby 81.
fucking awesome.
just purely fucking awesome.
i was parked in front of peter, so i got to witness the guitar god do his thing.
the combination of the lighting and fake smoke was totally perfect for the rocking blues of the band.......i've seen all kinds of concert photos from previous shows and was always impressed with how the whole gig looked......and i'm finally able to say i saw it up close and personal!
after a full set of electric rock, peter came back for a couple of solo acoustic tunes from HOWL.....then robert did an ace job on a bob dylan cover they've been doing for this tour......then they all plugged back in and rocked us again.
after all was said and done, i stumbled outta the venue somewhere around 12.45am Wednesday morning, with the drive back north to the fort still ahead of me, ears ringing madly.
RANT:
it's a well-known fact that i usually get fucked over when it comes to general admission shows, be it the 7 foot giant who pushes his way in front of me, or the deranged drunk chicks who do their interpretive dancing right in front of me.
i'm happy to report that Tuesday night was no different, faithful reader.
right before BRMC hit the stage, 2 loud/drunk/obnoxious/scenester chicks ended up beside me, screaming their love for the guys in the band.
at some point early in the BRMC set, a photographer forces his way in front of me to get some pics......no big deal......but when he's finished and ready to get out of way, he invites the 2 loud/drunk/obnoxious/scenester chicks to take his spot!
like it was his fucking spot to begin with!!
fucker.
so now the 2 loud/drunk/obnoxious/scenester chicks are directly in front of me, doing their interpretive dances and screaming their love for the guys in the band.
gooooood.
later in the BRMC set, as the alcohol starts to filter thru their bodies, one of the loud/drunk/obnoxious/scenester chicks begins her pole dancing impression directly in front of me......this would include grinding her ass into my legs and writhing around like she had the demon seed inside of her.
gooooooood.
END OF RANT.
the guys were fucking incredible.
i'm very glad i made the trip (after entertaining thoughts of staying in and ordering a pizza).
next up:
another long-ass drive to toronto for dinosaur jr. as part of NXNE Friday night.
my previous attempts to see them in concert have been spotty.......i saw them at the shelter in detroit in 2003, but i got there late and was stuck at the back of the venue......then i had tix to see them at newport music hall in columbus in 2006, but was unable to make the trip.
needless to say, when early bird tix went on sale back in march for this indy show at the music mill, i was all over it......$15 very well spent!
as usual, loser boy was at the venue way too early, but at least it secured me a spot at the stage.
dead combo was the first band to hit the stage, somewhere around 8:45pm......tight, sludge-y power trio with the volume to 11......and a cute female drummer that i stared at for most of the set.
the cobbs were the second band to hit the stage, somewhere around 9:30pm......pretty standard alternative rock band, but nothing to complain about......
finally.....the moment.
peter, robert and nick take the stage and rip into the first 2 tracks from baby 81.
fucking awesome.
just purely fucking awesome.
i was parked in front of peter, so i got to witness the guitar god do his thing.
the combination of the lighting and fake smoke was totally perfect for the rocking blues of the band.......i've seen all kinds of concert photos from previous shows and was always impressed with how the whole gig looked......and i'm finally able to say i saw it up close and personal!
after a full set of electric rock, peter came back for a couple of solo acoustic tunes from HOWL.....then robert did an ace job on a bob dylan cover they've been doing for this tour......then they all plugged back in and rocked us again.
after all was said and done, i stumbled outta the venue somewhere around 12.45am Wednesday morning, with the drive back north to the fort still ahead of me, ears ringing madly.
RANT:
it's a well-known fact that i usually get fucked over when it comes to general admission shows, be it the 7 foot giant who pushes his way in front of me, or the deranged drunk chicks who do their interpretive dancing right in front of me.
i'm happy to report that Tuesday night was no different, faithful reader.
right before BRMC hit the stage, 2 loud/drunk/obnoxious/scenester chicks ended up beside me, screaming their love for the guys in the band.
at some point early in the BRMC set, a photographer forces his way in front of me to get some pics......no big deal......but when he's finished and ready to get out of way, he invites the 2 loud/drunk/obnoxious/scenester chicks to take his spot!
like it was his fucking spot to begin with!!
fucker.
so now the 2 loud/drunk/obnoxious/scenester chicks are directly in front of me, doing their interpretive dances and screaming their love for the guys in the band.
gooooood.
later in the BRMC set, as the alcohol starts to filter thru their bodies, one of the loud/drunk/obnoxious/scenester chicks begins her pole dancing impression directly in front of me......this would include grinding her ass into my legs and writhing around like she had the demon seed inside of her.
gooooooood.
END OF RANT.
the guys were fucking incredible.
i'm very glad i made the trip (after entertaining thoughts of staying in and ordering a pizza).
next up:
another long-ass drive to toronto for dinosaur jr. as part of NXNE Friday night.
posted by Chris Prowse at 7:20 AM
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