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Been awhile since I've posted...  Listening to the new Broken Social Scene record, stolen from the internets. No, I will NOT post the link here, so don't bother askin.'

Guess what? It's awesome! Hee-hee.

Thanks, B.

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Okay, audience participation time: What's the absolute WORST show you've ever seen? Think hard and post your replies. Fun for all.

Here's mine:

It was way back in '91. The concert? The band "Live" at whatever college (Bates, I think) in Lewiston, Maine.

Notice how I didn't link to the group? It's 'cause they don't deserve it.

These jokers were opening for the Mighty Mighty Bosstones — who were plenty of fun at the time, particularly for 17-year olds experimenting with alcohol.

Goddamn, Live SUCKED!  This was the Mental Jewelry era, I believe. Before Seattle reset the cultural calibrator, they were supposed to be the "saviors of rock" or some such. Then again, so were Faith No More, whose album, Angel Dust, is one of the most underrated records of the '90s.

Anyway, I've never seen such a pretentious, pathetic band in my life. And they wore baseball caps! Front-man Ed Kowflgljfghlajfnjknski was the whiniest little singer-songwriter I've witnessed outside local dorm rooms. Gag, gag gag! Here's some of his "deep" prose:

Pain lies on the riverside
And pain will never say goodbye (oh no)
Pain lies on the riverside
So put your feet in the water
Put your head in the water
Come on, put your soul in the water
Join me for a swim tonight
For a swim tonight (oh my love)

Wow. Almost as bad as these:

It's easier not to be wise
And measure these things by your brains
I sank into Eden with you
Alone in the church by and by

What the flying fuck? I honestly wanted to do physical harm to this individual.

I would unceremoniously end a friendship if anyone in my social group owned a Live record. Or a Jimmy Buffet record, but that's a whole 'nother bag of worms.

To be fair, the whole night just plain sucked. During the Bosstones show, my friend Murph got stomped by some skinheads.

My best pal Jason and I jumped in and ended up putting 'em down pretty hard. I think I broke some Nazi's ribs. We had to jet early, as not to get arrested.

I remember seeing an ambulance pulling up as we drove off.

Man, we was crazy back then.

Although I consider myself a pacifist, when racist bastards are whacking your buddy, you do what you gotta do.

Now share your musical horror stories, people!

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