Caving in
Hit the Porter Wagoner/Grinderman/White Stripes show at Madison Square Garden last night. During Grinderman’s set the following occurred:
Nick Cave: This song is called “No Pussy Blues.”
Heckler: “Well, you’re UGLY — what ELSE would it be called?”
A little later, I turned around to check out the heckler, who was sitting right behind me. He was this bull-necked fratboy type in a backwards baseball hat and jam shorts; eight years ago, the guy would have been at a Limp Bizkit show. And moments after Grinderman finished, he exclaims to his buddies, “That was the worst shit I ever heard in my entire LIFE!” And then he starts laughing — hysterically. Once he manages to collect himself, he announces, “I’m embarrassed that I’m even here!”
I think Grinderman made a new fan last night — he just doesn’t realize it.
You have to admit that’s a great heckle
It’s almost part of the entertainment when “pop culture” shows up for something that’s more associated with the underground. They show up thinking they’re the most impressive thing in the crowd not realizing they’re not even on the same orbital plane. As soon as the right person anoints the Grinderman as ‘cool’ this guy is in.
Grinderman becomes cooler because that guy doesn’t agree. Typically, the coolness of what ever the frat boy type plan their flag on is immediately comprimised.
Half of me wants to laugh alone with bull-neck, half of me wants to slap him. All of me doesn’t care for Nick Cave.
Something would be horribly wrong if said frat-boy actually liked Grinderman. The more pissed off the better, Cave’s still got it.
And yet it’s equally sad that White Stripes fans are too sensitive and respectful — or just too wussy — to make fun of this guy to his face. Where was the Grinderman fan who turned around and facetiously agreed with this retard? It’s so easy, and so much fun, because they have no idea what sport is being made of them, if you’re careful and good: “yo, doesn’t this suck? [here, you put up a hand for a high five] I mean, what the fuck? The White Stripes could have gotten Rage or at least Sublime to open for them.” And then, if you really have balls, you buy him a beer. And when everyone but him and his friends are looking, you spit or snot in it. You’ll be famous.
And then there is my sister who got ushered out of a concert for jeering at a loud fratboy who sloshered her with beer from behind. He sued her for making him miss the rest of the show ( he got kicked out for smacking her. She has a black belt in akeido. You can picture the rest). She worked for the law dept. for AT&T at the time so they counter-sued him for being a drunken mouth-breather who shouldn’t be allowed out without someone with an IQ. He dropped it. She dropped the boyfriend that stood by & watched.