Brian Jonestown Massacre
Yeah I saw them last night at Independent in SF. Ok to be honest I don't know much about the band aside from the documentary Dig!. I have heard some of their music and I like it so I went. Now I must be honest, I really went because I wanted to see Anton freak out, what can I say I have a thing for volatile guys.
Did I mention I was alone? My concert date literally went MIA so I gave her ticket away. I make my way inside the club and to calm my nerves and the lack of chatting company I decided to get a drink. I asked the bartendress (very very cute bartendress) to make me a foofy girl drink with vodka and she obliged by making me a bay breeze. That's vodka, cranberry and pineapple juice BTW. The bands (both the opening and BJM) were 3 hours late and during my time waiting I observed a varied mix of hipsters, emo boys and their appropriately shaggy 80's girlfriends/drinking buddies and oddly a few peeps who looked like they were expecting Phish to play, go figure.
Side note:
I was standing right next to entrance to the backstage and as the opening act went on, a thin frail looking man emerged from backstage and stood next to me on the other side of the VIP rope area. White skinny leg jeans, black slip on leather shoes, no shirt, shaggy hair, big ol sideburns and a cap. he watches for a while and disappears. He emerges another time and put his hand on my shoulder as he moved past me to make a beeline for I assume the bar.
Back to the story, ok so Dimmer is the opening band. Loud, feebacky, long songs, very long songs. sort of a cross between Marillion and Sonic Youth, if you can imagine such a thing. I did and I just said it. They wrap up and the instrument change is underway. Eventually out comes the band and to my suprise, skinny guy in the white emo jeans is none other than Anton. Not the h@wtness you see in the above photo my friends, oh no, this is the old creepy uncle who still listends to Zep and is constantly asking you if wanna get high Anton. But hey volatility might redeem him, so I wait. I am not disappointed. about the 5th song in, someone in the audience has angered The Anton (to which he will now be known) and The Anton starts telling him he is a frat fucker who should go back and fuck his buddies, or be at home playing Sega Genesis or Second Life. Did I mention The Anton is drinking straight Vodka? He is my friends he is. The Anton is now fixated on hurling insults at Frat Boy and starts yelling something about how Frat Boys dreams all died with the dot bomb and he didn't have the sense to move away. This is getting interesting, yay for volatility, The Anton is looking cute again. There is some guy behind me who thinks The Anton is a right on righteous dude and I suspect if given the opportunity would have crawled his way on stage and sucked his cock for the entire show. BJM fans ar R-A-B-I-D, honestly it was bit creepy. Anyhow, as I was getting into the volatilitly of The Anton and starting to imagine all sorts of nasty things I could do with him I realized it was 1am. Ok honestly I am an old woman, this is a school night, I have to go home and get some sleep. So sadly I put on my diy kitty ear sweatshirt with the safety pins and turn to leave and as I walk away I hear The Anton scream, "this mike is fucked, someone better get me another one because I am not gonna play with this shit" Oh how I wanted to stay....