The Afghan Whigs - Come See About Me (video) (by BeliNasti)
Smiles have all turned to tears.
Tears won’t wash away the fear
That you’re never, ever gonna turn
To ease the fire that within me burns.
I never really realized just how sad the lyrics were to this song because of the major key used in the Supremes’ recording.
The merch table was just laughable.
I know this is a reunion tour and it’s an expensive one with six musicians in the band, but I refuse to pay $30 for a T-shirt or $60 for a hoodie — even if it sports my favorite band on it.
And apparently Van Hunt had a merch person who was not at the table after his set ended — because the dude told me I had to wait for her to get back so I could buy a CD. I waited five minutes and went back to my girlfriend, and of course they were out of CDs after the show ended. Christ.
I can’t remember the exact order, so we’ll go by album:
“Somethin’ Hot,” “Omerta,” and “The Vampire Lanois” were the encore songs.
I would have liked one more song from each of the first two albums, but it’s hard to quibble with that set list.
(Did the best I could for accuracy from memory.)
John Curley, holding down the low end with some of the most thunderous rumble I’ve ever heard out of a Rickenbacker bass.
Rick McCollum and Dave Rosser. There are few things like listening to them recreate the multi-tracked slide guitar parts McCollum put on records in a live setting.
Here’s another Dulli shot for you.
Greg Dulli, getting his stroll on. (at Wonder Ballroom)
Afghan Whigs tickets arrived! November 2nd can’t come soon enough.
FUCK YEAH FAVORITE BAND REUNITES AND I’M GONNA SEE THEM FOR THE FIRST TIME EVER.
(they broke up six months after I’d heard of them, which was after 1965 was released.)
I think I need to get myself to Asbury Park next September, don’t I?
The Afghan Whigs, “Somethin’ Hot”
One of three entries I’m doing for today’s themesong of “sex scene.”
Baby, you don’t know
Just how I lie awake
And dream awhile about your smile
And the way you make your ass shake.
The Afghan Whigs with Marcy Mays, “My Curse”
Hurt me, baby.
I flinch so when you do.
Your kisses scourge me.
Hyssop in your perfume.
Oh, I do not fear you.
And “slave” I only use
As a word to describe
The special way I feel for you.
For today’s themesong of “angels and devils,” because it’s a song so much about Greg Dulli’s Catholic guilt/sex/love/complex that he couldn’t even bear to sing it on record — there is something divine and hellish there. Dulli couldn’t front his indie rock lothario act with this one, so he asked Scrawl’s Marcy Mays to sing it for him. Dulli would sing it live at times, but all those performances sound wrong. Asking a woman to sing it lent these self-loathing and domineering, ugly feelings beauty.
Afghan Whigs with Marcy Mays, “My Curse” (live at the Reading Festival, it appears)
Hurt me, baby.
I flinch so when you do.
Your kisses scourge me.
Hyssop in your perfume.
Oh, I do not fear you,
And “slave” I only use
As a word to describe
The special way I feel for you.
Greg Dulli wrote this song but couldn’t sing it in the studio, so he recruited Mays (of Scrawl) to do it. He’s sung it live, but as someone who loves just about everything the man’s done, I hope he doesn’t any more.
This will blast that Katy Perry right out. I don’t recognize Jon Stewart without any gray hair.
I waited for the joke.
It never did arrive.
And words I thought I’d choke
I hardly recognize.