Bradley R. Weissenberger wrote:However, "throwing horns" is a good "Code For Shit" term.

i enjoy "throwing the goat" myself...

I saw The Donnas last night.

I like their last two albums. They're good to listen to in a car.

Live, they were dull. Uninspired throwing of textbook rock poses, sloppy playing, and terrible terrible terrible between-song patter with the mainly early-teenage crowd*. An example. "You guys are awesome. We love you guys, and to show it we like to give you some of our personal things" (*Singing Donna* then proceeded to give one member of the crowd "Some Donnas stickers and TWO of *Guitar playing Donna's* picks").

Another example: " My surname is Robertson. That's really Scottish. You guys are my people. Don't let me down."

Another example again "There are some hot guys in the audience."

Tickets for this show were £10.

*although there was a reasonable proportion of leering older men who I'm guessing weren't there to hear 'Fall Behind Me'. God knows what they were after, seeing as the only good looking one, Donna, was stuck behind a drum kit for the majority of the evening.

Nirvana...twice

night_tools wrote:*although there was a reasonable proportion of leering older men who I'm guessing weren't there to hear 'Fall Behind Me'. God knows what they were after, seeing as the only good looking one, Donna, was stuck behind a drum kit for the majority of the evening.

My dad was one of these men at the show in DC, and if he wasn't actually there for the music he has done an amazing job of trying to cover for my sake. Not only has he 'gifted' me with several Donnas compilations of his own making but he very nearly made me come to the show with him. Thankfully I had a Trail of Dead show to see that night in Baltimore instead, and saved myself loads of potential awkwardness.

My point is, apparently old dudes love the Donnas. Sometimes both musically and aesthetically. Your guess's as good as mine.

I originally thought it was dinosaur jr. in ye olde Hammerjacks in Baltimore during "Where you Been" (I think) They had plants and a dummy of the hitch-hiker guy on the stage. After about an hour of banjo/fiddle music over the PA, they came out and slept through their own set. The dummy was more animated than Mascis.

Then, J Mascis and the Fog Blew that shit out of the water! I was semi-excited about the show, as Mike Watt was playing bass. WOW. It was a Watt/Mascis noodle-fest. Those two just tried to out-riff each other and the poor 20 year old drummer was back there just trying to figure out just what the fuck was going on. It didn't much matter because the volume coming off the stage was so loud, you couldn't hear the drums, and that was the only thing half keeping the train on the tracks.

To make matters worse, Watt had a Backwoods-style cigar that never left his mouth. The DROOL was running down through the stogie and coming out the lit end like a bad fuckin trip to the dentist. I couldn't keep my eyes off it. It was like a car accident. I kept wondering, "what makes that stay lit?" and "does he know he's drooling like a mental patient?". It got all over his bass and he just kept slappin away and splashing at the spittle on the strings, slopping around in the stuff and smearing it everywhere. I actually about half gagged a couple times, but still, I couldn't look away.

However, it was prolly the most fun ride home from a show I've ever had, as none of us had ever seen a travesty of that magnitude, EVER.

atdarecook wrote:I originally thought it was dinosaur jr. in ye olde Hammerjacks in Baltimore during "Where you Been" (I think) They had plants and a dummy of the hitch-hiker guy on the stage. After about an hour of banjo/fiddle music over the PA, they came out and slept through their own set. The dummy was more animated than Mascis.

Then, J Mascis and the Fog Blew that shit out of the water! I was semi-excited about the show, as Mike Watt was playing bass. WOW. It was a Watt/Mascis noodle-fest. Those two just tried to out-riff each other and the poor 20 year old drummer was back there just trying to figure out just what the fuck was going on. It didn't much matter because the volume coming off the stage was so loud, you couldn't hear the drums, and that was the only thing half keeping the train on the tracks.

To make matters worse, Watt had a Backwoods-style cigar that never left his mouth. The DROOL was running down through the stogie and coming out the lit end like a bad fuckin trip to the dentist. I couldn't keep my eyes off it. It was like a car accident. I kept wondering, "what makes that stay lit?" and "does he know he's drooling like a mental patient?". It got all over his bass and he just kept slappin away and splashing at the spittle on the strings, slopping around in the stuff and smearing it everywhere. I actually about half gagged a couple times, but still, I couldn't look away.

However, it was prolly the most fun ride home from a show I've ever had, as none of us had ever seen a travesty of that magnitude, EVER.

Hammerjacks! There's a few nights where I don't remember how I got home from there

The Golden Republic

what fucking terrible garbage they were

spitfister wrote:Hammerjacks! There's a few nights where I don't remember how I got home from there

Coincidentally, many of us from Baltimore don't remember how we got TO the club. A running gag was "exit from the overpass, get completely lost, turn left and you're there." Worked like a charm.

Their new location is, sadly, much easier to navigate to.

coat wrote:I also saw Mr. Big. …don’t think I need to go into anymore detail about that one. Well, except the guitarist, during his guitar solo as well as during a song or two, played using a power drill…

Manowar did that too ! That terrible 'Sting of the bumble bee' bass solo.

Not as bad as Foreigner though (there ! I said it). I was 17 and someone gave me a free ticket. That's my excuse and I'm sticking to it.

the mars volta .