In no particular order........
--Faith No More covering "Ben" at the Brooklyn Waterfront. [Yes, that "Ben".]
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--Some dude puked all over me during the Cheeseburger show at Knitting Factory. [Mostly pizza and beer, methinks.]
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--During the Harvey Milk show at (le) poisson rouge in March, things seemed not to be going so well vis-a-vis the inter-band dynamic. Bassist Stephen Tanner took the stage giving the crowd an emphatic "thumbs down," seemingly castigating us for cheering the Milk. At one point, Creston Spiers suggested a song title (presumably one from their newest, bleakest record to date, A Small Turn of Human Kindness) to the other band members, only to have Tanner wearily admonish him: "oh really? Do we have to play another one of those death dirges?" But Stephen, we *like* the death dirges. Anyway, towards the end of the set, the band took a brief break, with Spiers mopping the sweat from his brow in silence and Tanner sipping from his beer. Spirits seemed... not-so-high. Right at this moment, an enterprising crowd member yelled out on behalf of everyone in the whole room: "OUR LOVE FOR YOU IS HIGHER THAN YOUR ASSESSMENT OF WHAT OUR LOVE COULD BE!" [For the uninitiated, that's a play on the title of this album.] The crowd applauded and the band smiled. Yay.
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--Single favorite quote I've ever heard at any show ever (non-Robert Pollard division), from the frontman of Doomriders: "THIS SONG GOES OUT TO EVERYONE HERE WHO RIDES A FUCKING SKATEBOARD!!!!!"
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--Getting punched in the cock at Floor. Brutal!
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--During an An Albatross set, some tiny dude in the middle of the pit hopped up on my back and began riding me around like a bucking bronco. I was (obviously) trying to get him the fuck off of me, and as such I let my guard down for a minute... at which point I got kicked in the face, knocking my glasses clear off my face. Amazingly, I managed to catch them in midair, miraculously saving them from meeting their untimely end on the floor of the pit. "Holy shit," I thought to myself; "that was fucking awesome!" This sentiment lasted approximately .000166678923 seconds before, you guessed it, somebody else punched me right in the fucking eye. Tough crowd!
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--Somehow, my buddy Devin managed to get himself kicked out of a Cheeseburger show, which is not an easy thing to do. Considering I've seen practically every Cheeseburger show over the last three or four years, I think it's pretty safe to say that before Devin I was the last person to get kicked out of a Cheeseburger show [at this utter debacle].
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--Fucking cops. I was excited to finally see Smith Westerns in April when the five-oh busted the fuck in and shut Market Hotel down. According to this, "all five of the summonses issued in relation to Market Hotel" were dropped - just classic "cops fucking with the kids" (errr, 30-somethings) bullshit.
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--Um, apparently I was sitting only about 20 seats away from where this brain surgeon jumped from. Yikes/there but for the grace of god go (tripping) I.
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