2004-01-30 - 4:55 p.m.
I played the Wiltern for New Years and had a really good time. I like playing New Years shows. One year I backed out of playing. I was asked to play Club Clearview with Bowling for Soup for the millennium. I didnít know how much to ask for the show so I called Jaret of BFS and he said donít take less than $500 for a New Years Show. Thatís for him, not for me. Iíd have taken less but I took his advice to the hilt.
Clearview wanted me to be suspended by a harness and come down as the ďballĒ for the countdown and then play once I hit the ground. I felt a little overcautious since it was going to be Y2K and I'd be an easy target over the city of Dallas. I asked them about the crane operator and felt uneasy about his bio.
I knew it was possible but not likely that I would get hurt. However, the list of ridiculous demands that came to mind begged to be spoken out loud in the chance that maybe they would be met.:
1. I want $2000.
2. I want a bullet-proof vest
3. I want a net
I canít remember what else I asked. I didnít really want to play that year. I just wanted to drink and enjoy myself. I used to get real stressed when I played Dallas.
This year was different. I didnít give a shit what they paid me. I just wanted to play. They did ask me to host and I didnít want to do it at first. I just wanted to play. But then I reasoned it doesnít matter. Iíve been playing a long time and anything that comes my way Iíll do a good job.
It turned out to be one of my favorite shows ever.
The line up was this:
The Polyphonic Spree
I met with the first 3 folks to get a bio on them so that I could introduce them properly. Virgil Shaw was a real nice fellow. I love the way he squeaks when he sings. Itís not annoying. Itís real pretty.
Dios was real good, too. I think they got mad when I said I thought they were a band of Ronnie James Dios. Iím no funnyman and they played nicely.
I asked Jon Brion about what to say about himself. Tim said, ďGive him your credentialsĒ and he gave an awkward look and just told me, ďI do a show every week in LA at Largo and Iím from NJ.Ē
Louis, the French horn player of the Spree, is a cool guy. I met him pre-spree at Julliard. I played there (I dropped out of music school) at his invitation. Heís real good with the ladies. Heís like Tommy Boy in the wings scene. He brought a school teacher with him and I wanted him to hang out with me in my room. I was by myself. They were nice company especially when the school teacher passed out on the couch from too much vodka and missed the show.
I hung out with the manager of Grandaddy and he told me some cool stories about working on a fishing boat in Alaska. I love Alaska.
I played my set and killed. My exgirlfriend, a wonderful drunk that night, yelled for me. What a sweet lady. I hung out with her and her husband for a bit. It was a nice reunion. Her brother once slaughtered a pig, cut off his head, placed it on an ant pile, covered it with a bucket and waited. Itís skull became a Harley accessory. I donít know why I included this part except that he did it all with one arm.
Jon Brion came up to me after I played and said, ďI loved your set. Itís nice to see something so refreshing and original. Itís given me another reason to live.Ē
He was real nice.
I hosted a raffle. As a showman, I discourage such as it usually drags a show but I just did my job and had the French metal band, Heavenly, play in the background. I think one guy got real pissed at me cause I didnít call his ticket number. Some people get real pissed over free shit.
I sat in with the Spree and Grandaddy on Auld Lang Syne and another song and then some Beatles.
Then, I had to kill time in between Grandaddy and Spreeís stage change.
I played We Are the Champions and the crowd liked it. That was the biggest stop on my organ. I canít top that. But they werenít ready so I played a Lita Ford cover which wasnít a good idea. I should have just talked. I felt glorious the whole evening until at the end of the song someone yelled, ďFuck You!Ē Dear Asshole, Thanks for fucking up my winning streak. I was riding high and you shot me down, fuckdick. I tried not to let it get to me so I said something funny, cause he was a heckler that needed to be put down .Two ways to win:
1. Make him look like an idiot and the audience roots for you
2. Make him laugh.
I did number 2 on him.
I was exhausted by the time I sat in with the Spree. Oh yeah, Patrick Park fucking rules.
Julie noticed I looked tired so I feigned energy and took a ginseng pill from Ricky the Harpist. It was a really good show and we wore technicolor robes. It was a real good time.Afterwards, me and Jon Lamonica and Mark Nathan went and got some tacos. I didn't eat all of it 'cause I was tired and Dave was sleeping and tacos are loud.