Saw Mizz Cawt-Knee Luhv Sat nite in the wasteland that is
Lawn Guyland. The missus and I had a grand time (the missus more than I- not
that I didn’t have a gas too). I don't know which of us wanted to bang Courtney more, actually!
The widow Cobain is Miz Nomad’s fave- and mi' wifey brought it all the way back to her old punk rawk days- tequila and beers
in mas quantities (granted, the beer was Miller Lite- but the Cuervo made up
for it). I stuck to IPA’s and Guinness- and something called a Dr Pepper- which
was beer with a shot glass in the middle that had raspberry likker and rum. Not
my fault- the friendly bartender poured it gratis for yers truly.
The goniffs inside the venue were charging $8 for a 16 ounce
and $12 for a big‘un (24 ouncer) of what the kids call “craft beer”…Guess which
one I kept investing in.
Well, Court-Court did not disappoint- she looked great
from about 15 feet away and was pos-it-iv-lee lucid for the show. Her non-Hole
sidemen were efficient; if totally devoid of stage presence... the better for
Missy Lovey to radiate to her acolytes- the crowd had four distinct segments-
Courtney-ettes of every female demographic, gay guys, dudes who had no clue but
were escorting their dates, and me and a few other all-Merican guyz who had
been thru the punk wars. I was sportin' my LAMF shirt- in honor of a certain chanteuse's track-marked past.
Caw-Caw came out in a nice black dress, took it off for a
tighter outfit and later changed into an all white rig. Not as many clothes
changes as Cher, but effective nonetheless. She had a Red Rickenbacker that
prob cost more than my car- and she even played it a little- yeah- that barre
chord where your pointer just slides uppp and dowwwnnn the neck. I also spent a bit of the show grousing that I
should be playing bass – as my old band used to kill it on “Celebrity Skin”. She played everything that you'd expect her to from the "Live Through This" and "Cel Skin" elpees, plus some of the "America's Sweetheart" stuff too. Only cover toon was the 'Stones' "Under My Thumb".
Afterwards, Ms. Nomad demanded to wait by the stage door
with some other Love-ettes for a glimpse
of Ms. Doll Parts. I told her to come back with me and we’d scam to backstage.
As usual, my statement was met with derision. So I went back in and got close
(ie the same room) but no cigar to actual meet and great.
However, I did pluck this lovely tusk/phallic symbol from the
dressing room area. It looks great in my living room.
Really a fucking fantastic show, and much better than the last
show I didn’t get to see because I was in jail!
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