One never knows what they're gonna get when you shell out almost 40 bucks for a ticket to see a bunch of guys in their early 50's but here's a word of advice... if PIL come to your town go and fucking see them, absolutely fucking amazing, i mean our boy Johnny Rotten is 54 now and i can honestly say his voice was impeccable, like another instrument, the drum and bass in lock stop and in full frontal assault and Lu Edmonds (from the Damned) completely fucking shreds whatever it is he's playing, be it a banjo with a bow, sitar, and a couple of other things i didn't even recognize, who would ever think you could take your eyes of Lydon during a performance but i kept finding myself watching Lu complete destroy shit, amazing, of course John was in top form and his voice and his wit were brilliant, the crowd may have been a bit subdued but i chalk that up to a venue with no booze cuz it doubles as a kiddie dance club, i myself still found a way to be pleasantly high, it's always fun to sit at a red light and watch the people on the corner try and figure out where the sweet smell is coming from and of course Big Pharma helped by way of the feel good pills of the summer and of course i can't leave the house without incident it seems even on night when i just wanted to watch some legends tear shit up and since half the place was smoking i lit an even me out cig only to have some shit head jump in my face and whine about how i was killing him, why he picked out the biggest guy in the place is beyond me, especially when there were a good dozen other people puffing away, some of which were chain smoking, i had one the whole show and this dipshit decides to spout off, i remained completely emotionless and stared at him blankly which i believe bothered him more and when he got a little to close i reared my head back and was about to break his fucking nose with a well placed nutter when his danger light went off and he jumped back and scrambled away, which in turn led me to a paranoid ten minutes with him and his sidekick behind me somewhere but which ended in nothing more, just some dick trying to harsh my mellow man... now the highlights, set started with This is Not a Love Song and included in no particular order Bad Baby, Death Disco, Warrior, Disappointed (the only song John was a little off on), Flowers of Romance, Poptones, Religion (which was fucking excellent), Bags (which may have been the best song of the night complete with pre-amble about Sarah Palin and the Republican party), then the encore of Public Image, Rise and one which escapes my slightly foggy memory, shit the stuff was kicking then,(which i have discovered was Open Up) all in all a great fucking friday night in ze burgh with a bunch of guys who had more enthusiasm and energy than many bands half their age, this show is a lock to be on the local music critics 10 best even after Lydon called him a child and a moron in a pre-show interview... well done.
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i don't know when, or how, but i'm going to a concert with you. i'll drive the car, you just bust heads when necessary.
i don't know when, or how, but i'm going to a concert with you. i'll drive the car, you just bust heads when necessary.
Sometimes being tall makes you a target, i really was doing nothing other than enjoying the show when said dickhead lost his shit, he was just reminding me why i'm glad to be a misanthrope.
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