1) Those three seconds of immaculate
silence in the Eels' "Novocaine for the Soul."
2) Bill Ding And the
Sound of Adventure (Hefty); Land of the Loops Bundle of Joy (Up).
3) The first of two sold-out Ministry show at the Aragon in Chicago
where the music was incredibly loud, the floor was a roiling, bubbling blur of
spinning mosh pits and wild abandon and the whole sea of bodies looked like a
pagan ritual dance about to explode into bonfires and mass chaos.
5) Witnessing the first post-Melvoin/Chamberlin Smashing
Pumpkins show at Chicago's Metro and hearing Matt Walker fill the big shoes
left on stage by Jimmy Chamberlin.
6) Hearing Jon Spencer politely and sheepishly ask a
waitress where the juice bar was for some carrot juice and then taking the
stage of Tucson's Club Congress ten minutes later and yelling, "You all like to
eat pussy? You all like to fuck?"
7) Wilco Being There.
called by a British radio news service for an update about the first Liam-less
Oasis show in Chicago, which I didn't attend, and being told, in truly British
fashion, that, "We know that, but our listeners don't. What if you were to
9) Finally breaking down and buying the Beach Boys' Pet
Sounds and the Beatles' Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band, on
the same day.
10) Watching the testosterone beasties at a Rage Against the
Machine Show yell for a pair of comely young women to "show us your tits!"
moments before Rage guitarist Tom Morello's mom came on stage to rage against
censorship and invoke the memory of just-slain rapper Tupac Shakur, the latter
of which drew great waves of boos from the defiantly un-PC audience.