I’m sure you agree that hearing live music matters —
Like if you’ve stood in a music venue & jumped, happy
near the back of the crowd, cold beer in hand, which
is a rush when the poet-gang cranks guitars, drums, whatever.
Like if you’ve stood in a music venue & jumped, happy,
it’s because you didn’t fight to get to the front, which
is a rush when the poet-gang cranks guitars, drums, whatever.
Okay, it’s safer at some shows, to stay back & it’s still perfect.
It’s because you didn’t fight to the front, which
Campbell did: stage diving, RHCP, NYC, 1985. Yes!
Okay, it’s safer at some shows, to stay back, & it’s still perfect.
I went into the pit at X, drunk & on LSD, 85’, I think? Sketchy.
Campbell did?! Really? Stagediving, RHCP, NYC, 1985? Yes!!
Ricky told me in the car, he’d guard me if I dosed. Didn’t.
I went into the pit at X, drunk & on acid. Must’ve been ’85. Not cool, very sketchy.
Yeah, amusement parks are surreal venues for punk-rock on psychedelics.
Ricky told me in the car, he’d watch me if I dosed. He didn’t & I wandered.
That same decade I jumped off the Roseland stage at Sonic Youth! Landed hard, Jim Beam! Ouch, but amusement parks on psychedelics are more scary venues for punk-rock.
No one caught me? Sure, so what? I did ecstasy at Husker Du & years later at Afghan Wigs.
That same decade I jumped off the Roseland stage at Sonic Youth? Thanks, Jim Beam. Then it was the Nineties. I crowd-surfed a moment at Megadeth.
No one caught me! Sure, who cares? I did ecstasy at Husker Du & years later at Afghan Wigs. The Eighties & Nineties shimmer in my memory thanks to the stage diving, booze & drugs.
In the Nineties, I crowd-surfed a moment at Megadeth.
I fought to the front at Pantera in L.A. (sweat-soaked) & Hole in N.Y.C. (fire-hosed).
The Eighties & Nineties shimmer in my memory thanks to the stage diving, booze & drugs; dropped bogus acid at Lollapalooza, a perfect day, although, drank too much other nights.
I fought to the front at Pantera in L.A. (sweat-soaked) & Hole in N.Y.C. (fire-hosed).
Drank too much most nights, but almost no regret. I was free.
Dropped bogus acid at Lollapalooza that perfect day; drank too much the night
the hot Smashing Pumpkins bass player wanted to hang out. Sorry.
Drank too much most nights, but almost no regret. I was free.
Left the Cherry Tavern with my cousin, ’96, for the Afghan Wigs, Irving Plaza, guest list.
The Smashing Pumpkins bass player wanted me to stay. I smiled, “I wish. Can’t tonight, too drunk.”
Silence; walked into Irving Plaza, E kicking in with strums of their first tune. Crime Scene Part One?
Left the Cherry Tavern with my cousin, ’96 for the Afghan Wigs, Irving Plaza, guest list.
Other memories? Social Distortion at CB’s, Ramones, Pogues with Joe Strummer.
Silence; walked into Irving Plaza, the MDMA washing over me. Their first tune exploded: My Enemy?
Shane McGowan in East Village, Metallica in Barcelona, Beastie Boys in Los Angeles.
Other memories? Luscious Jackson at Nell’s, The Replacements, Circles Jerks, Nine-Pound
Hammer. Near the back of the crowd, cold beer in hand for Helmet, Ice-T, RHCP again!
Remember Big Black? So loud, it hurt. Still can’t hear right.
Shane McGowan in the East Village, Metallica in Barcelona, Beastie Boys in Los Angeles.
I’m sure you agree that hearing live music matters —