If you missed Saturday's Dinosaur Jr. throwdown at Higher Ground . . . what the hell? Seriously. It's not like you didn't know it was coming. Bryan Dondero wrote about the show on this very blog when it was announced. I interviewed Lou freakin' Barlow last week. I even mentioned the show again in a blog post last Thursday. You have no excuse.
Except maybe that it looked to be sold out. Still, I imagine you could have hung out at Quizno's that night and gotten the gist. It was pretty loud. (Although, honestly, I was expecting a little bit more. I even discarded my plugs about midway through, with only a modicum of tinnunitis afterwards.)
Anyway, if you missed the show, Daytrotter has just announced they'll be featuring Dino Jr. live in the studio within the next couple of weeks. So be sure to keep an eye (ear?) out for that. Based on the unbridled awesomeness that was Saturday's show, it should be a good one.
Since Marc Scarano did a pretty decent job summing up the show in his last post, and there's nothing especially pressing on the docket today, I will forgo a straight up review in favor of some random thoughts that crossed my mind that night, Twitter-feed style. Buckle up.
J. Mascis is one badass guitar player. He's also a really strange lookin' fella.
For the first time I can remember in a while, HG really smells like a Rock club (capital "R"). Lots of big, sweaty dudes about. Kind of a swordfight, actually.
My girlfriend points out that if Legolas, the archer elf from Lord of the Rings, had an out-of-shape, guitar-playing, half-human brother, he might look alot like Mascis.
Man, I'd forgotten how much I love "Out There." Where You Beenwas my first Dinosaur Jr. album. I bought a cutout cassette at aProvidence record store when I was about 14 and completely wore it out.Same with the CD that replaced it. It's probably still my favorite.
He also kind of reminds me of the Albino from the "Pit of Despair" scenes in The Princess Bride.
There is a noticeable lack of hipsterly presence, which is alternately refreshing and disappointing. Don't they know?
Was that a crowd surfer? My God, I do believe it was! And a faux pit to boot. Ah, memories!
He also kind of looks like SNL's Horatio Sanz playing Ozzy Osbourne.
I'm starting to develop an affinity for drinking Guinness out of a keg cup. At least the HG bartenders roughly know how to pour it, unlike most bars in town — including many of the supposedly Irish joints. There really is an art to the perfect pint.
There's also an art to the perfect rock show. And this was as close as I've seen in a while.