In A Jar
Bulbs Of Passion
Just Like Heaven
Holy shit, That was one hell of a show.
I forgot how fucking loud Dinosaur Jr was - my ears are still ringing. If you ever see these guys play live, be sure to remember your earplugs. Their sound is vibrate-your-whole-body/shake-loose-your-fillings loud.
I missed them the last time they were in town, and had been regretting it for awhile.
Growing up, I was a big fan of SST records (Black Flag, The Minutemen, Sonic Youth, Hüsker Dü, The Descendents, Bad Brains, etc.). I would buy almost any SST release as soon as it was released. Back in 1987 I picked up You're Living All Over Me by some band named Dinosaur (they were sued and forced to add the "Jr." later); I fucking hated it. It sounded like an all-out assault on the senses - it totally freaked me out.
That LP sat on my shelf for months, until one day I threw it on the turntable to see if it was really as bad as I remember. Then a funny thing happened; I "got" it. The music just started to make sense to my adolescent brain. I proceeded to listen to that album over and over again all night long, and it remains one of my favorite records to this day.
I never got a chance to see Dinosaur Jr. play live until early 1992, by that time Lou had been booted, and the set was culled mostly from the Green Mind album. It was a great show, but I still wished that I could have seen the JayLouMurph Dinosaur.
The 1992 show is also where I discovered the Dinosaur Jr. relationship curse.
The Dinosaur Jr. Curse:
This is the stuff of paranoid speculation, but I swear up and down that (for me) it's a huge jinx to take a date/girlfriend to a Dinosaur Jr. Show.
Every time I go to see Dino Jr. with a girlfriend we always get into a HUGE fight. One of those tooth and nail "Well then, you can fucking walk back to Aurora, you dirty whore"* fights. These are the kind of fights that leave scars.
This has happened with four different girls at five different shows (all in IL '92-'97), three of those fights were "relationship enders". This curse extends to all other tangential bands; I got into a fight with a girlfriend at a Sebadoh show, a Mike Johnson show, and even a Jason Lowenstein show (all relatively minor by comparison). Every J Mascis or Folk Implosion show I've gone to see has been sans-girlfriend.
I was kinda relieved when The Girl opted out on this one, and even my stunt girlfriend (Jes) crapped out at the last minute (for another guy, nonetheless). I was more than happy to go to this one alone.
The problem for me when going to see a show alone is that I drink. No, DRINK. If there's no one there to talk to I just slam drinks down. It didn't help that my friend Amber was bar-tending & kept hooking me up. If I'm drinking on a "friend" tab I'll tally my drinkin' on my hand with a Sharpie, so that I don't short the bartender after all the comped drinks. Usually I'll have five or six hash marks hanging out on my hand. Last night when I went to settle out the tab my hand looked like this:
Key (as shown):
Horizontal mark = Bud Bottle
Vertical mark = Red Bull
Dot = Shot
It looks like a crudely rendered battalion off to conquer my thumb.
I was choking down puke all the way back from the show, and celebrated my safe arrival at home by barfing all over the front lawn. Then I went in, slammed a bottle of Pedialyte, and (of course) decided to comment on everyone's blog.
I had to be at work by 9:30 today. Waking up was hell, but once I got going I was fine. I feel like a million (slightly soiled) bucks.
I got to see a (version of a) band that I've always loved, the show was incredible, I got to do some serious drinkin' on a school night, and I got to work on time. I rock.
* line actually said at the 11/05/94 Riviera show