what a strange show . . . for black cat. j played shorter version of songs, but i'm used to that by now, and added a few new "reverb" instraments of doom to his guitar arsenal.
let me just say, that schools freaking rocked. word up to your mother. and the drummedr kicked some serious ass, as well! i felt as if i was in the presence of three gods: j. the guitar jesus, and school the bass master, and a drummer that sow no ends. what a show . . . but man, they ended so early! what a short show. sadness mixed with bliss of seeing the masters at what they do best. j usually plays straight through, but there were some breaks, which i attribute to schools being used to breaks with widespread panic, but it ended way, too soon, but i think i said that already. the crowd was your typical, "i don't know how to rock at a rock show, but i'm used to that, too. even at nine thirty, you see that; no one rocking. all in all, a great show! thank you j. mascis, for just being the king, for being the kind person you are, and knowing how to f*@king rock the six string. bless the dinosaur and the fog.
