A happy-go-lucky English rambler dude goes to New Zealand for a year. Here he interfaces with some of those he left behind and details his nefarious activities. Or summat.
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Friday, November 07, 2003
Woo! The Boston goodness continues, this time via the gift of ROCK.
Mark & I went to see the Eels last night, at the Paradise club. Although they are a band i've always liked, i probably wouldn't have bust a gut to go and see them if they were playing in the UK, but i now realise that is because i am a fool. I went along last night, because it was the best looking gig of the week in Boston (I've missed Belle & Sebastian and WWF Wrestlemania by a week - AAARGH!), not really expecting any miracles, but that was exactly what the gig was, from the moment the band bounded on in their red US prison boiler suits, and E came swanning on to stage half way through the first song via the middle of the crowd.
As E himself pointed out, they've played 77 cities in about as many days over the summer, and the band was so incredibly tight you could well believe it. Butch on drums was particularly impressive from our side balacony spot, not to mention wossisface the guitarist, Koool G Murder on bass & stuff - who looked like he'd been thrown out of ZZ Top for being too beardy and ROCKING too hard, and E himself, who threw a wonderful array of ROCK poses, pointing his guitar to the current section of the crowd he was wishing to convey the ROCK to at that moment.
A ROCKed up version of "I like birds" was a particular joy, and the needle went off the scale on the ROCKometer for "Souljacker" and "Dog face boy".
Happily it seemed the rest of the crowd, and the Eels themselves enjoyed the show as much as we did, and we were treated to no less than 4 (Count 'em) encores. During the third E pointed out, "What are we gonna go and do that'll be more fun than this? Go f**k groupies on the bus? Oh, well, er maybe later, but...you know". The fourth was almost like a private party, as not unreasonably, half the crowd had gone home after the lights came up, and an ear splittingly high pitched version of the Star Spangled banner had been played, but just as i was pondering which t shirt to buy, out they came for just one more go, and finished off with a wonderful version of "Tiger Man", before E suddenly leapt onto the back of a waiting helper in the crowd and disappeared the same way he came in.
Even that wasn't quite the end, as the guitarist leapt onto drums, giving Butch the drummer a chance to show off his Mad breakdancing skillz, whilst Koool G made suitable squeaking and buzzing noises by wiggling the jack around in one of the amps.
Wow - What a show! I can happily say i am proud to have the same initials as E, and am even happier just to have been in the same room as someone as cool as Koool G Murder clearly is.
