RIP Lemmy… Stone Dead Forever

Twenty four and a half years ago, a bunch of excited wannabe metal heads packed themselves into their crappy, barely roadworthy cars, and drove down from Brisbane to the PlayRoom on the Gold Coast, to see what was promising to be one of the biggest gigs of the year…

Motörhead!!!

This was huge.  We had been looking forward to this gig all year, and after we had finished ignoring Frozen Doberman for about 45 minutes or so, the mosh pit packed tighter as Motörhead came out on stage and opened hard, and stupidly loud, with ‘Ironfist’ assaulting our eardrums – the sound waves physically beating our chests thanks to the Marshall stack from hell covering all the walls barely 15′ in front of us.  Sadly, the whole thing fell apart in a spectacular and rapid fashion when some idiot in the crowd threw a beer can at Lemmy. He warned the crowd to wind their fucking heads in.

They didn’t.

Some complete wanker who was obviously stoned, or missing a few neurons, (or both!), decided to flail a second beer can at the biggest, nastiest looking, motherfuckin’ rock legend the PlayRoom had ever seen. And then, Lemmy pretty much said, ‘Fuck you lot’ and just kinda walked off, leaving the rest of the band momentarily confused before they up and followed him.

Some reports say they played about 5 or 6 songs, some say only 3.  My recollection is more, ‘Fuck! What?! They were just getting started!’ We were unceremoniously herded outside the venue as the crowd was turning ugly – angry people milled about, cops were called, punters were demanding their money back, dog squads arrived, disheartened fans took pictures of Lemmy’s ugly mug out of cherished silver lockets and burned his image on the spot… ok, only one fan (that I know of), burned a tiny cut out picture of Lemmy’s wart covered face that night – any idea who that might be, BigSal? – but you get the idea. We dispersed into the night and never got the chance to see Motörhead play live again.

The incident went down in local metal folklore and still holds a place in various lists of rock’n’roll disasters.  The acrimony towards Lemmy was short lived… one can only be so mad at God for so long.

RIP Lemmy… thanks for the music.
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“1991 also saw us support MOTORHEAD on the 1916 TOUR at the now deceased GOLD COAST PLAYROOM. It went down in local folklore for a few reasons, not because we played, but MOTORHEAD only played about 5 songs and walked off pissed at the dumb crowd who threw cans at them, we were left with their rider..we drank till oblivion..trashed their dressing room, almost got our arse kicked by management and high tailed back to Sydney with stupid arsed grins on our faces. Our management was contacted, threats may have been made, deals probably done. We chose to move on. We never did play there again.”
Adam (vocalist) – Frozen Doberman

“Oh yeah. We played on the Gold Coast in Surfers Paradise one night. We had 1500 people there. It was packed. “

Of course, there is always the ugly and that came in the form of their performance at the Gold Coast’s now defunct Playroom in 1991 where punters were hurling beer cans stageward early on during Motörhead’s performance. After warning the crowd about stopping the show if their behaviour didn’t cease, Motörhead simply walked off stage after only a few songs.

“Yeah, fuckin’ right y’know? I’ve had fireworks just miss my head. The worst one for me was in Belgrade in this festival. Somebody had taken the time use a glass cutter to chop off about that much (his fingers indicating about a 1cm) off of the bottom of a wine bottle and then shape it into a nunchaku star and fuckin’ throw it at me. It missed my eye by about that much (again indicating with his fingers about 2cm from the right side of his face). I just fuckin’ walked off. The promoter was shittin’ himself. I said, ‘I ain’t fuckin’ goin’ on man. You can forget it!’ They convinced me eventually and they assured me that it wouldn’t happen again. It just ruins it. It somebody doesn’t like me or whatever if I fuckin’ shagged his sister years before and, probably I have,” jokes Campbell. “People throw stuff at me like that and go ‘Hey wanker!’. I say ‘What’s your problem? Did I shag your girlfriend last time?’ There’s no need to throw stuff. I don’t know why they bother to come. It’s not cool to do that. We can’t see nothing. We’re in the dark. It’s cowardly. If you wanna come up, come up afterwards and say ‘C’mon, I wanna fuckin’ punch you Phil!’ y’know?”
Phil Campbell – Lead Guitarist Motorhead (via The MetalForge)

Twitch. Twitch.

They’ve gone and done it again!  No explanation.  No apparent reason.  No earthly logical reason why changing the introduction music to a TV show is a cunning plan… unless of course it’s to save royalties because the original artists were starting to get greedy about it.

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Watched Bones S08E01 tonight and got 5 minutes in only to discover that they have changed the intro music/sequence and it is now a watered down pathetic version of it’s former self.  Why?  Especially after seven successful seasons where they have indelibly imprinted the associations in our brains between that particular piece of music and their show?!?  I’m sure you can damn well get it as a ring tone for crying out loud.  To change it, well… it makes no sense!!!

I may have railed against this in the past in regards to ‘The Unit’ and ‘Veronica Mars’ amongst other shows, but I just don’t understand why (when you’re obviously on a winning formula) you decide to fuck with it?

I was quite disappointed to hear the new intro, it’s like a cheap knockoff version of itself and it no longer has the same connotations as the original Bones tune… it was all I could do not to switch it off in disgust and never come back!

 

Turn the radio up for that sweet sound

I woke up this morning, feeling rather ordinary… bit of a chesty cough, the start of a headache and a slight fever.  I splashed some cold water on my face and looked in the mirror and thought to myself, “Meh, you’ll be right.”  Not exactly bright eyed and bushy tailed or overflowing with squirrel-esque enthusiasm, but I’ll start worrying about it when I actually look like the age stated on my birth certificate or if I bear anything more than a passing resemblance to my passport photo – whichever comes first.  In the meantime however, I think, “I can get through this!”

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And by ‘this’, I mean the BIG day of Latin study I had ahead of me which at this point is simply not optional given the potentially horrendous end of semester exam I have to face tomorrow, which involves copious quantities of rote learned verb conjugations and noun declensions, not to mention things like interrogative pronouns, pronominal adjectives and demonstrative pronouns and adjectives, infinitives, imperatives, actives, deponents and all other no doubt important things I can’t remember! :S   So I tried to tidy myself up a bit. Put on a bright pink jumper (people tend not to notice ‘that’ look around your eyes when you’re in bright colours) some jeans and sneakers.  Packed up my school bag with all my Latin study notes, threw in my laptop, grabbed my keys and jumped in the car. Heading for Uni feeling only so-so, but trying sooo hard to pretend that I’m fine and just heading off to campus to study like any other poor sucker… err I mean student.  So far so good.

Then from out of no where, the radio gives me a swift spiritual kick to the head in the form of Eric Carmen’s “Make Me Lose Control”.  Now seriously?  Who would credit Eric Carmen with being able to do that?   Well, it came on the radio and without realizing it, I had done exactly what I was told and ‘turned that radio up’ as I zipped along in my little red Suzuki Swift down Macrossan Avenue and through McClelland Corner, which suddenly become a trip down memory lane of many other trips taken that way years ago in a little red Gemini!  All the while Eric and memories of that hair serenaded me along!

Turn the radio up for that sweet sound
Hold me close never let me go
Keep this feelin’ alive make me lose control – Baby

When I look in your eyes, I go crazy
Fever’s high with the lights down low
Take me over the edge
Make me lose control – Baby, baby!

I was even vaguely amused and smiled to myself when it got to the bit where he’s belting out: ‘Jennifer’s singin’ “Stand By Me”, and she knows every single word by heart’ as it dawned on me that I had been singing along and knew all the words to this song by heart, even though I have not heard it for years!

And then the radio DJ came on with his forced levity which is oft accompanied by cringeworthy attempts at humour, and do you know what he says?  Well, I’ll tell you.  He says, in a typical smoothed out radio voice, “And that was Eric Carmen’s ‘Make Me Lose Control’ which hit the Number 3 spot on the US charts and hung around for about 13 weeks in the Top 40 waaay on back in 1988!”

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You ever get that feeling that someone has just pricked your balloon and you’re going ‘Ptbtbtbtbtbt!’ while bouncing all around the room like an unwanted left over from a kids birthday party???  Sigh… Well, all of a sudden, I felt old and more than a little bit tired, and all my efforts at the get up and go bit; got up and went.  Thank you, 97.3FM.

You have me…

Apparently "Du hast" doesn’t translate to "you hate," but "you have."  The English version of ‘Du hast’ is sung as ‘You hate’ to appeal to an english speaking audience. If you say ‘You hate’ you will need to say ‘Du hasst’.  The infinitive form of ‘hate’ is ‘hassen’ and the infinitive form of ‘have’ is ‘haben’. ‘Haben’ is an irregular verb, so when it’s conjugated into the you/du form, it’s ‘hast’. 

So does… ‘You have me’ make this some sort of weird arse love song?!?!?!?  The film clip is like some sort of mafia hit… so maybe ‘You have me is a familial solidarity thing?  Who knows.  Love the song anyway.


Du Hast

Du
Du hast
Du hast mich (repeat X 5)

Du hast mich
Du hast mich gefragt
Du hast mich gefragt
Du hast mich gefragt und ich hab nichts gesagt

Willst du bis der Tod euch scheide
treu ihr sein für alle Tage…
Nein!  Nein!

Willst du bis der Tod euch scheide
treu ihr sein für alle Tage…
Nein!  Nein!

Du
Du hast
Du hast mich (repeat X 3)

Du hast mich
Du hast mich gefragt
Du hast mich gefragt
Du hast mich gefragt und ich hab nichts gesagt

Willst du bis der Tod euch scheidet
treu ihr sein für alle Tage…
Nein!  Nein!

Willst du bis zum Tod der Scheide
sie lieben auch in schlechten Tagen….
Nein!  Nein!

Willst du bis der Tod euch scheidet treu ihr sein…
Nein!  Nein!

You Have

You
You have
You have me (repeat X5)

You have me
You have me to say
You have me to say
You have me to say and I did not obey

Will you until death does sever
Be upright to her forever…
Never!  Never!

Will you until death does sever
Be upright to her forever…
Never!  Never!

You
You have
You have me  (repeat x 3)

You have me
You have me to say
You have me to say
You have me to say and I did not obey

Will you until death does sever
Be upright to her forever…
Never!  Never!

Will you ’til death be her rider
Her lover too, to stay inside her…
Never!  Never!

Will you until death does sever be upright…
Never!  Never!
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What a pathetic groupie I’d make.

I’ve been trying to remember the bands and performers I’ve seen in concert and it’s not so easy for some reason.  Some I can’t be sure where I saw them, and some I can’t even really pinpoint with whom or when.  Expo being in Brisbane when I was a teenager was great.  Myself and my boyfriend had season passes so we went as often as we could.

Motley Crue  (BEC)
Masters’ Apprentices (Alex Hills)
Joe Cocker (Fisherman’s Wharf)
Motorhead * (Tallebudgerra)
Jimmy Barnes (twice at Expo, once at BEC)
UB40 (BEC)
John Cougar Mellancamp (twice – Expo)
Megadeath (Festival Hall)
Luciano Pavarotti (Farewell Tour)
Eurogliders (Expo)
Redgum (Amamoor)
Crowded House (Expo)
Tina Turner (BEC)
Nathan Cavilleri (Expo)
1927 (Alex Hills)
Aerosmith (BEC – fell asleep)
Ladysmith Black Mombazo (Expo)
Slim Dusty (under duress)
Wickety Wak (ditto)
Funaddicts (Easts)
Blur (Festival Hall)
Riptides  (Fisherman’s Wharf)
Cat Empire (Tivoli)
Rod Stewart  (BEC)
John Williamson (Sth Stradbroke Is and Amamoor)
The Angels (Manly Hotel)
Mental As Anything (Expo)
John Farnham (BEC)
AC/DC (BEC)
Nick Cave (Expo)
Deltones (Twin Towns)
Kate Cebrano (Expo
The Choir Boys (Manly Hotel)
Violent Femmes  (Fisherman’s Wharf)
Black Sorrows (Expo)
Dame Kiri Tekanawa (in NZ)
Hoodoo Gurus (Expo too)
Ted Egan  (Amamoor)
The Cockroaches (before they became squillionaire Wiggles)

*what little they played before the police dogs and paddy wagons turned up.

Well not a particularly illustrious list based on what I can remember – likely that which hasn’t been remembered is not worth remembering anyways.  I knew I hadn’t been to many concerts… but that’s a sad, sad list indeed.  There is however a really diverse and eclectic range of music genres encompassed in the list and it occurs to me that I look rather well rounded… or like I’ve got some majorly fragmented personality or something. 

My favourite acts on that list would have to be Joe Cocker, Violent Femmes and Pavarotti… all brilliant.  Given what it costs these days to buy a ticket to go see a live act it’s no suprise that there’s not many modern acts on that list at all. 
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