Well, that was weird. We like the Cat Power, don't get us wrong. But, in retrospect, we would have skipped Chan Marshall's set at the Showbox last night. We wish she had. It all started with her complaining about wearing size 26 pants when she's really a 28. "I fucked up," she said, dryly. (We thought that was banter but she kept hitching her pants up all set long, even unzipping them onstage, a move some heartily applauded. She was dressed all in black, it turned out.)
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Everyone's got an internal editor, right? He stands around and prevents you from saying things that are out of character for you. He's kind of a wet blanket sometimes, but usually you're glad he's there. Everyone's internal editor is different, though, and different people's editors let different stuff through the filter. When we walked into the Crocodile on Saturday night the guy on stage was saying something like "Some people are into shit, some people are into piss, some people are into hanging from the rafters and jacking off." He was in the mold of the aging punk guy who'd long ago slapped his internal editor into submission, obviously. When the second band Sean Na Na was berating the audience for not cheering loud enough for a "make some noise if you think Sean Na Na is fucking awesome" call, we noticed his internal editor asleep on a stool next to him on the stage.
