First of all a word of thanks to Bob Frangooles and Anne Pace,
who accommodated the glorious and idiotic JBC touring posse royally
throughout our stay in Seattle. We had a really wonderful time
staying at their green and peaceful house, despite the best efforts
of their dog Fern to keep us up all night playing frisbee.
So we arrived well rested at the Crocodile Cafe
to enjoy Pilsner Urquell and engage in a bizarre debate as to
whether the club management should dismantle the internal walls
of the club for our show. Of course, we went for the most destructive
option and down came the wall! Just as well, because a large
and enthusiastic crowd gathered, no doubt prompted by some seriously
flattering local press. In the absence of a support act the JBC
opened for themselves, rather in the manner of the San Francisco
show.
Both sets went well, with the band set being a bit more raucous
than at Portland, largely on account of the Butcher being back
up on his feet. The crowd responded warmly
perhaps a bit too warmly in the case of a bunch of nutters who
shouted in fake British accents and threw ice at the stage throughout.
In fact, the Butcher took an ice cube in the eye just at the
start of Roadrunner. No matter, it'll take more than that to put a
stop to our unwholesome activities.
Later the Butcher was accosted by two of the aforementioned loonies,
who were dead keen to point out that throwing shit at the stage
was a "mark of respect"
in Seattle. Funnily enough, nobody else we met in Seattle could
back up this dubious assertion, but then maybe nobody else we
met in Seattle regularly goes to gigs by Tad's Respect is also due
to the fans who broke out of Canada for the
evening and came down from Vancouver to see us.
The show was taped (off the board, I suspect, from the rather
"boxy" vocal-heavy sound) by Brent Aliverti, whose e-mail address is:
brenta_ms[at]-remove-email.msn.com
Audience: About 350
Line-up: Pat, Max, Owen, Steve
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