j. showed the nine thirty that the show shouldn't have been at nine thirty. (lou even saw a huge rat the last time they played.) nothing like going to see the jesus of guitar in one of the best bands ever at a place overcrowded with people just standing there and chain smoking, too worried about who's next to them or how to easily get back to the bar. j. blistered through songs after another like he himself was responsible for recarving out the histories of rock. some songs seemed way too short by a normal dinosaur standard, though. i agree that a j. mascis, minus dinosaur, show can be a much better musical performance, and if he was just a bit taller . . . i would almost be convinced that j. is the almighty buckethead.
and as for the nine thirty . . . man, their female staff rock!! no offence to the guys, but everytime i go to the club, the men i see that work there, usually have that "i'm working, leave me alone, and get the hell inside" look on their faces, while the women are beautiful, refreshing testaments to how it should be done. they smile and sometimes say, "hey, how are you?", making me feel all warm and toasty and glad i came to the club. first the girl who checked my id for digable planets, and then the girl who said hey to me as i was leaving last night. go, go nine thirty girls! you f-ing rock!
and about that pause before dinosaur came on, with the lights going down, and then nothing for atleast five minutes, digable planets did the same thing, last week. weird.
