Monday, October 10, 2011
WINTER ARRIVES, OUT WITH THE OLD, IN WITH THE NEW
Snow began falling in the mountains, enough to allow the Wolf Creek Pass ski area to open up this weekend with three feet of fresh snow. They blew A Basin and Loveland out of the water, both of which are scheduled to open up late in October.
But the snow was not limited to the mountains. A light rain fell off and on Friday night as I was listening to my music outside past 10 PM. It was still just rain at 4 AM, but when I awoke at 8 AM I was surprised to see that three inches had already accumulated on the roof outside my window with it coming down steady most of the day. It was a winter wonderland, tree limbs with there summer's leaves bending under the weight.
Ian does an extraordinary amount of talking between each and every song. It wouldn't be so bad had I been able to understand at least a quarter of what he said in his heavy Liverpudlian accent. It was almost as though the songs were secondary to his chatty stand up routine. Otherwise, a great performance. I could find nothing in the Birmingham paper with their review of the show.
the kingfish was only suppose to hold 600 people, but the limit was exceeded by at least another 300. the sweat and humidity dripped off the walls like a waterfall, even tho it was early january, and the smell of almost a thousand black leather clad punk rockers from all points south was almost gagging. and mixed amongst the punks were cowboy hats and boots, fonzy wanna-bes, disco girls and the usual assortment of freaks and trannys from the quarter.
i pushed and needled my way to the front of stage right, clutching my trusty sony 224 recorder and staked a claim. as i started yakking to my new neighbors in this debachary i found myself next to annie leibovitz and richard aaron, (photogs of rolling stone and time respectivley). well, that got me going, asking annie to take my pic coz it would make her famous and doing an interview w/ her on my 224 . . . taking pics of aaron w/ his own camera, just being silly from the intoxicating moment.
when the pistols hit the stage it was as though a bomb went off. the pistols were covered with talcum powder, (for some un-godly reason), and it hovered around them like smokey halos. sid was shirtless with'gimme a fix' carved in his chest, a huge bandage on his left arm and a lock and chain from a peterbilt around his neck. and amid all this sweltry heat johnny was wearing blue plaid gaberdine suit.
drinks and spit hit the stage, while coins and bottles pelted the backwall, the minute they came out and sid was picking up change and sticking it in his mouth mumbling, 'gimme a hunnerd', into the mic.
when they kicked into 'god save the queen', i thought the building would take off. it was like a 747 of rock and roll, all the hype was out the door. how did these guys get so good? they shouldn't have been. paul cook was unrelenting, he just drove it into the dirt. between him and jones, it held together. johhny and sid were just clowns on the midway. but it was so good.
the lsu stage goons copped my 224 just into the second song and left it running on the side of the stage, that was ok, i knew a.g. was taping in the back . . . i was guranteed a copy of the show at least.
at one point the goon squad went after aaron's camera. he went down fighting but they got the cam and kicked him out screaming and waving his press pass. annie took less pics after that. . . oh well.
when someone threw a pair of those kiddie western sunglasses on the stage, sid put them on, played about a song and a half, until they fell off his face and back into the throng, then he started to whine about his 'fookin' glasses', (which promted another barrage of debris).
so it was, they played their whole cataloge, i guess about 40 mins but what a show! it was a hurricane of a rock show, the likes of which i had never seen, and probably never will again.
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