Okay, Here's the Deal:
I'm going to preface this with stating that The Stooges are one of the 5 greatest bands off all time, and that they pretty much co-founded the Punk movement back in the 60's (along with The MC5). The Ramones got together because they were all Stooges fans - 'nuff said.
These guys are fucking legends. Even the 'replacement' bassist, Mike Watt (Minutemen, fIREHOSE), is a fucking legend in his own right.
Which is why it's a total mystery that they managed to score two of the shittiest opening bands I've ever had the displeasure of sitting through. I would wager that almost any punk or indie-rock band out there would fucking KILL for that opening spot. They could have gotten a big act like Rancid to open for christ's sake. For my money, an old UK 'reunion' band like Stiff Little Fingers, The Business, or The Buzzcocks would have been the perfect fit. Instead we get some tone-deaf girl band and some crappy glam-upstart NY Dolls rip-off. Fuck, They probably could have gotten the actual New York Dolls to open if they asked nice. Whatever.
The Stooges took the stage at midnight and TORE IT UP. Totally impressive set.
Since I'm a little bitch, I'm just going to nag on the one thing that annoyed the hell out of me. They didn't play 'Search and Destroy' or a few of my other favorites, but they played 'I Wanna Be Your Dog' twice. What the fuck? Reprise my ass.
For as awesome as the band was, the crowd seriously sucked. Any sold-out show is gonna test my nerve, but there were a few instances where I was damn-near going into 'bloodbath' mode. Here's a little tip: If you're a 5'5" frat-boy-lookin' mother-fucker, quit trying to push the pissed off looking 6'1" heavily-tattooed guy out of the way. You will get tossed - Again. Then you will get beat.
The Girl and I spent the show with our backs planted firmly against a pillar half-way along the side of the venue. Partway into the set some patchouli-soaked hippie and his lard-assed girlfriend managed to wedge themselves into the foot-wide gap between us and the crowd in front of us. That dirty cocksucker kept backing up until his ass was literally pressed against my crotch. I did the only thing I could think of - next time he tried to scoot further back into me I jammed my thumb straight up into his ass. He jumped around and I gave him the 'move or die' look - we never saw 'em again. A little later, some really tall drunk girl started to grind into me from the other side. That I didn't mind so much.
All I want is to go out and see a show where I don't end up with a load of pilfered dirt, or my thumb up some hippie's ass. Is that too much to ask?