Monday, November 25, 2013
Tuesday, November 12, 2013
It's a shame that Timmy had a bad night. Did anyone else from that show agree?
According to my hand-scrawled notes, it was just after a fine cover of the Stones' Paint it Black that the trouble started. A large and seemingly very drunk audience member decided to grab Cyril's mic and pull it down toward himself to make a request of the group. Instead, he bonked himself on his bald head with the mic before he finally replaced it clumsily on the stage.
This did not sit well (understandably!) with Groovies' lead singer / guitarist Chris Wilson, who warned the man not to do that kind of thing again. It seemed a fair warning, and I expected the music to get right back on track, but it didn't quite happen that way. Apparently this patron and several of his friends were under the mistaken impression that the rest of the audience had come to see them -- that, indeed, they were the show. Some of them made obscene gestures at Wilson and at least one suggested that Wilson come down and fight him.
Chris opined that this audience member had rather better wait until after the conclusion of the concert to have his butt kicked (or words to that effect). At some point, beer bottles were thrown. One shattered somewhere near me, and I felt a rain of glass shards come down around my head and shoulders.
What Security people were there seemed slow to respond. Even once they got there, it was difficult for them to wrestle the fat balding man out of the hall. And then, even after that, it was not over. Others who remained jeered or shot the bird at Chris and, to his credit, he played the man and would not countenance this type of behavior. He asked for the troublemakers to be ejected from the music hall. Security eventually removed one or two other patrons, and the crowd where we were near the stage had thinned out quite a bit. I thought at that point: "That's it, that's our concert."
That guy couldn't have been talking about Timmy? After all, Timmy only yelled into a mic.
Labels: Timmy Vulgar
Friday, November 8, 2013
We're getting some more national media attention. Anthony Bourdain is going to air an episode of his show Sunday night that's devoted solely to Detroit, and it's going to include our favorite pseudo-journalist. I know that you're just as giddy about this as I am. Decades later, the airing of this episode will be seen as the tipping point in Detroit's comeback story. In honor of this momentous event, I've created the Bourdain in Detroit Drinking Game.
Whenever you hear the word "creative" used, take a shot.
If anyone on the show uses the phrase "blank slate", take a shot.
If Brandon Walley, or anything associated with him shows up, put some money in a paper bag and light it on fire.
If Bourdain stands in front of the Joe Louis fist during filming, take a shot.
If the American/Lafayette debate is brought up, take a shot.
If Bourdain visits an "urban farm", take a shot. If he visits an "urban farm" and fails to mention the likely presence of lead in the soil of older American neighborhoods, take a shot of drano.
If Bourdain appears at the Tashmoo Biergarten, you have to do something conventional, and then pretend that you actually just did something revolutionary.
If Bourdain shows up at the grave of a music legend and pretends to have unique insight on the deceased, take a shot.
If Bourdain takes a tour of ruin porn, but pretends that he's not like every other outsider who parachutes into the city to gape at ruin porn, punch a hipster in the face, and take a shot.
If Bourdain fails to give John Carlisle credit for finding a story first, remember that Carlisle is used to it by now, and take a shot.
If Bourdain explains the 8 Mile divide to the viewers, take a shot.
If Bourdain goes to Eastern Market and inspects raw meat, take a shot of bacon grease.
If Phil Cooley or Slow's BBQ makes an appearance, punch yourself in the crotch.