2003.04.02 i don't know why you bother:

my weekend in rock (an essay by j. brian hall)

saturday saw me jump in the car with my cousin chris to head up to bloomington to see spoon and crooked fingers. we got up there pretty early, so we ended up sitting in an irish pub for a while, drinking a couple of beers and watching basketball. we got the show before anyone started, shot a few games of pool, then found a couch to plop our asses on while the first couple of bands played. the first band sucked. they'd obviously seen the make-up a time or two and thought "that should be easy…let's try it ourselves!" well…it's obviously not easy to be the make-up. the second band was pretty good. i'd read that the singer/guitarist guy had worked with john strohm, so i was interested in hearing it. not bad at all.

then the crooked fingers. a strange cross between neil diamond and nick cave. i still can't figure out if i like it or not.

spoon was awesome. they brought the rock and were having a blast the whole time. they kept saying "indiana is cool!" and "why haven't we been here before?" if by "cool" they meant "visor wearing, hippie dancing, drunken college idiots," they were dead on. amazing judges of character.

got back from bloomington at about 4am. went to bed. had to get some sleep before the long drive to chicago…

for rocket from the crypt.

the girl and i got there right as the second band was finishing. just in time for sahara hotnights. damn them swedes can rock. after that, rocket hit the stage. they proceeded to rip out some serious shit, as only they can really do. no circa now! material, but i guess i'll live. "bucket of piss" and "bring us bullets" take on a whole new life live. speedo mentioned they were backing up a friend of his across town at the beat kitchen, so we decided to head over there and check it out. the "friend" was none other than sonny vincent…punk rock legend and complete unknown to me. they kicked out the jams in what could only be described as a "punk rock barnburner." full on conflagration, more like.

after sonny's set, we turned around, got in the car, and drove back home to louisville. we got home around 7am, picked up breakfast, and went the fuck to bed.

i'm still tired.

the end.

or something.

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3 Responses to “i don't know why you bother:”

m@ said:

another crazy brian hall rock weekend. sounds like you had fun.

# April 3, 2003,

the puffin said:

i love to rock. usually i rock back and forth while hugging myself and crying. also, mutter such things as "why?" and "dirty" while this is transpiring.

# April 3, 2003,

brian. said:

JSBX on the 10th! WOOO!

puffin: usually i mumble "don't touch me there."

# April 3, 2003,

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