28 February 2007

Lemonheads

LPD, WMD, the Haleys, [a little more than a] Cameo, James, me and other creaky throwbacks schlepped our old, haggard selves to the Paradise last night to see the Lemonheads, one of our favorite 90s bands.

On the ride into town, James and I wondered aloud what the crowd was going to be like. Would it be younger? Older? A mix of the two? We decided the club would likely be packed with aging hipsters with crows feet because “Kids today don’t know what good music is. Kids today listen to crap like Fall Out Boy. That isn’t even music. It’s just noise. NOISE!” I abruptly shut up after my 1995 self reached across the years and smacked me in the forehead with a meatball sub for sounding like a crotchety old hag.

As always, we congregated at T’s Pub pre-show where we raised a glass to our Tuesday night gathering. My jumbo hot dog intimidated everyone at the table. We talked about how the Paradise is still the best place to see a show. But then T-Bag sealed our fate:“Yeah, you know what sucks, though?” He spoke of that giant, obstructive-view pole that is in the middle of the floor at center stage. “Yes,” we agreed. “That pole does suck.” So, of course we got stuck directly behind it at the show.

We caught the tail end of the opener's set. He was ok but his lyrics sounded like they were written by a German Shepherd.

The Lemonheads were a blast, however. And after several plastic cups of Paradise Pinot, I even danced a little. Evan Dando was always good for a Big Star or Replacements cover at his solo shows so I was a bit bummed not to hear one.

Much to Jimmy’s dismay, there was no sloppy post show at T. Anthony’s involving greasy slices of pizza pie and playing the jukebox until they kick you out. On the corner of Comm. and Babcock, we all bid each other good night and fell back through the cracks from whence we came.

6 comments:

Anonymous said...

Such a great night. Happy to hear Dando 2007 sounding just like Dando 1995 (and still has his nerdy good looks about him). Highlights: Pabst-Blue-Ribbon-drinking Rubber-Band-Man and his wee buddy trying to seduce Cameo with their personal Rhythmn Nation of dance moves. WMD being legitimately pissed that he had to order Cameo a "Pinot Grigio" at the Paradise. My cantaloupe-sized belly vibrating to the bass and definitely scaring it's tenant. T-bags Lemonhead Yellow "pretty" shirt.

KJ said...

LPD, you were a PG trooper and I'm sure that GDK in your belly will be one too. It seems that Cameo has cornered the market on getting hit on at shows. Let us not forget "Beauty Judge Chuck!"

Anonymous said...

Mmmmmmmm....meatball suuuub.....

KJ said...

A meatball sub smack. That's right, WMD. Thanks to you,it's the new dope slap. At least on the PU.

Anonymous said...

love it!

Anonymous said...

Hi Kate,
We may have met a few years back, not sure. I am a friend of Lynn's (she has been my Boss for the last 6+ years too) and I just wanted to say you seem very hip and cool. I was just scrolling around on your site and I couldn't believe I came across something about the Lemonheads. One of my all-time favorite bands, since the early 90's. I was so close to going to that show a few months back at The Paradise, but none of my current friends have real taste in music. I like to see shows at The Paradise (I know what you mean about the pole) and Avalon and Somerville Theatre. The scenes are so much more intimate than the big stadium shows. Well, that's it. Keep up the good work!