Tod Goldberg posts some fantastic photos of a 1990 Jane’s Addiction show. One really captures the dynamism of Perry Farrell’s movement and the crunch of the crowd into the band. I saw them live in a small show about this time, maybe earlier, and after drinking two 40s of malt liquor was asked to tend the door because I was the most sober person the organizers knew. I didn’t have a camera with me, and if I did, I wouldn’t have had the sense to use it or hold onto it during the massive property destruction that followed. But even in that state, I had more sense than Dave Navarro — dude, please don’t do the ratted mini-dread thing again.
Author Rabih Alameddine creates a playlist for his book The Hakawati at Largehearted Boy, and it’s far from Hollywood fare: “Oum Kalthoum, the voice of the Arab people, is the more famous. Five million Egyptians attended her funeral in 1975. The second is Munir Bashir, (1930-1997), the great Iraqi oud player, who single-handedly revived classical Arab music.”
Beck and Dangermouse. Important? Cool? Geniusy?
UPDATE: the headline is from “Jane Says,” a song by Jane’s Addiction. Me, I don’t own a wig.
Loving “Gamma Ray”. A lot.
I might have been at that show, too. Between 1988 and 1992, I think I saw them something like 100 times. I still have my “Nothing’s Shocking” tour shirt, even, though it, uh, seems a little small. Must have shrunk.