the B52s are a helluva lotta fun. the first time I saw them was waaay long time ago, just after their second album, Wild Planet. This was in Tampa at the old Agora Ballroom, I had driven up from art college to take pictures for a newspaper. What a wild scene! The height of the punk-new wave craze, with all kinds of crazy characters in the audience. The girls in the band were still wearing their early outfits with the gigantic (B52) wigs. Ricky Wilson was playing a doublenecked mosrite... with only 4 strings (or two sets of 4 on the 12string neck) - that was pretty funny. The middle strings were taken out - he never used or needed them. Anyway, they sounded great, Fred "playing" the smoke alarm and some cheap little kiddie "xylophone". Kate playing some goofy old guitar and a super cheesy old Farfisa organ, playing the bass lines on it. After the shows there, I always went across the street to this little Krispy Kreme donut shop, to get hopped up on coffee, because I had a long drive back and then straight into the darkroom to develop and print my black and whites and get them to the newspaper on time (yes, this was the dark ages indeed) anyway, the donut shop was over-run with crazy new wave kooks dressed up, making a scene, and the old ladies behind the counter, were NOT amused. I remember one crazy girl(?) went up the counter and was hassling the cash register lady, who finally got exasperated with the punk girl, and the old lady said, "honey, does your mama know you're a boy?" And the punk shot back, "Honey, my mama IS a boy". one of my favorite concerts ever. I think this crazy old band Kid Creole and the Coconuts opened. They were some whacky psuedo-rock-reggae act that was supposedly from the carribean but really from new york city. They had three hot chick dancers in leopard skin bikinis come out first and holy cow, you could SMELL their coconut suntan oil all over them. Good band too, I had a couple of their albums. the Stones concert was the Some Girls tour, the zenith of Richards drug problems. they came out and started with All Down the Line and Starf*cker, Jagger had half hs clothes already, and the place was seriously coming unglued. I've never to this day seen a group light up a crowd like that. Holy fricking crap. But then, I dont know, the H kicked in or out maybe, and Richards sort of lost his grip on.. well, everything, including his guitar... at one point he dropped his strat, right onto the floor, BLLLAAAAANNNNNNGGGGG and stood there in a daze, looking at it feeding back, until a roadie rushed out and strapped it back on him. Without Richards driving that train, the Stones are NOTHING. I dont give a f*ck what Jagger freaks say, I've seen it. they SUCK without Richards on top of his game. End of story. --- On Wed, 10/27/10, Cfh <cfhiebert@sasktel.net> wrote:
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