For many of us white and lazy mofo's,
the Replacements were the representative band of our extended adolescence in the 1980's.

Common touchstones of drunken unpredictable behavior; combined with a 1970's musical heritage of classic and punk rock defined both the band and their fans. Many was the night where it was a toss-up between the 'Mats and the audience regarding who was more wasted. There was a nite in NYC around 1983 when we were going to see them (at Folk City, of all places!) when we ran into lead guitar player Bob Stinson wandering around Bleeker Street, completely hammered and wearing a dress. We had to literally carry him into the club.
Of course they kicked ass that night. Bob was eventually thrown out of the band (passing away a couple of years later) and the 'Mats were never the same; as they became a vehicle for Paul Westerberg's sensitive singer-songwriter aesthetic.
3 comments:
Great post. Thanks a lot for the two live shows! Love your blog.
Best,
George
GREAT POST!!!
I love The Replacements.
All of my life
Andrea
Live mats? You're a feakin' superhero!
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