Showing posts with label Mild fanaticism. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mild fanaticism. Show all posts

Sunday, 13 May 2012

'This the last song we're ever gonna play I might as well use a new pick, huh?'


This film was recorded on 9 August 1987. Kurt Cobain and Mark Arm were there apparently. I was in London, at Wembley Stadium, watching my first ever live NFL game. The Broncos beat the Rams in case you wondered. I was dressed in my black Los Angeles Raiders starter jacket and Adidas Ivan Lendl, which was as close as I could get to this.


 Needless to say, I had yet to discover the visceral thrills of Big Black. I got a copy of Last Live about 1992. It still gives me shivers watching the people wandering about the factory before the show. Although so does 'Walk This Way' to be fair.

Thursday, 23 February 2012

Who you callin' a puta ya little punk? Oh me. Okay.

Photo: Dischord Records

Inspired by one my favourite music blogs The Power of Independent Trucking I post a link to this - 40 or so minutes of chat from the stage between Fugazi and their audiences (something I am privileged to say I was part of on several occasions). A recording that shows my unrelenting nerdiness when it comes to heavy, guitar-driven music from America's underground but also how blindingly stupid people can be when put in the concert situation. Also, it shows Fugazi up to be the funny, insightful, erudite and occasionally bad tempered chaps the are (were). I guess I would be too I suppose if I had to put up with drunk arseholes shouting abuse at me as I did my job.

Find it here.

Thank you to James Burns.

Saturday, 21 January 2012

Burgher Burger

A covert gathering of sophisticated burger lovers? Sounds promising. www.burgherburger.co.uk. I'll keep you posted. Logo by a lovely lady called Carol Soutar. I met her once.