except that I'm going to take work with me but today and tomorrow I will be doing no work.
as my first act, I'm going to meme off of auditorium and answer these questions: what was the worst concert you've attended? What was the best concert you've attended?
like auditorium, I'm having a hard time narrowing down to just one best, but the very very best was the first Psychedelic Furs show I ever went to. it would have been 1982. holy shit. that was 21 years ago. Richard Butler and John Ashton crowd surfed at the end of the show. apparently they were really drunk. here began my long, still-active crush. back then Richard Butler was a beautifully feminine and graceful little man. now he is a bit pasty and old but I love him still.
other good ones include a Hitting Birth show that I'm having trouble pinning down. it was one of the black-interiored clubs in Seattle but not the Vogue. could have been the Offramp. "Metatron" was mesmerising and I danced like the drunken fool I probably was. year unknown. between 88 and 92, probably.
of course at times a good show had nothing to do with who was playing. for instance, and lisagail will have to help me out here with dates and names, but it was probably 1985ish at the Celebrity Club in Atlanta, the very first time we took MDA. Klimchack (sp?) and what's her face's band opened for some other band. what I remember most was the way the flourescently painted shapes on the wall became three dimensional, the way "How Soon Is Now" became achingly beautiful (during the break between the bands I don't remember), and the way I fell in love with the whole room.
there are hundreds more like that. Pylon on speed. god knows who at Club Rio on coke. you get the idea.
and I remember a Limbo District show in 1982 that was particularly moving with just beer.
and oh for pete's sake how could I forget Patti Smith at the Seattle Opera House for Bumbershoot 199something?? oh my god. here was this icon from my youth whom I had never ever seen in concert because she broke up the band and stopped playing around the time I became aware of her and she was going to be there, live, beloved, lost and resurrected. we managed to get near the front of the line to get in and when the doors opened hundreds of thirty-year-old ex-punks went sprinting down the aisles of the Opera House. we got the fifth row. Patti was, predictably, great.
the worst? Siouxsie and the Banshees, 1985ish also probably. Atlanta. Budgie was wonderful. Siouxsie was snotty, self-important, and off-key. I mean geez. if you're going to take a camera away from a picture-taking fan because you are so great you can't have your image propogated without the proper payoff, at least sing the fucking songs in the same key the band is playing in.
there were other bad ones but I've blocked all but one from memory: the infamous Now Explosion enema show. but only lisagail knows what I'm talking about.