Post by CrowGizzard on Nov 1, 2006 11:52:47 GMT -5
Hi folks - it's been awhile, but I thought I'd check in with some good news for you all that Motorhead was as good, or BETTER, than ever on their lone, Fall 2006 U.S. gig in Kansas City, Kansas Saturday night. Hope you all have been doing well. Warning: this summary of my trip contains a set listing, so if you want to be surprised, better not read on. I have, however, opted not to list the tracks off of "Kiss of Death" that were played, because I want you to definitely be surprised at those!
Anyway, had a great trip to Kansas City over the weekend with my good friend John Freeman of Minneapolis punk band The Magnolias, as well as the esteemed Lutefisk and her husband Al, to see Motorhead play their only US show this fall.
For the hell of it, here's how the adventure went. I got to Albert Lea, Minnesota, a five-hour drive from my home in Milwaukee, at around 8:30 on Friday night and got a motel room right next to this restaurant and bar called The Green Mill. The food was great and the bar waitresses were surprisingly fetching for hailing from the corn country. Called it an early night and just watched some TV back at the room, then hit the sack. Freeman rolled down from Minneapolis at exactly 7:30 a.m. the next day and we were off to KC! The weather was sunny and in the 70s when we got down there. The trees were at their peak of fall color and it was a pretty, five-hour ride down Interstate 35. Gas was only $1.97 a gallon!
When we got down there at noon Saturday, the day of the show, we immediately went downtown and looked for a barbeque joint. We quickly found one called Smokey Joe's and got a couple of HUGE plates of pork ribs with sauce, a mountain of fries, spicy beans, coleslaw and the first of many beers that day. For those of you overseas, Kansas City is famous, along with Memphis, Tennesee, for its barbeque. Then we drove around the city and checked things out. I had never been there before. It's old and beautiful in spots, with lots of ancient brick buildings, although they are wrecking some sections of town via "urban renewal."
As I'm sure you might have guessed by now, we were getting quite parched and had to find a dive bar. We easily found one called Dave's Stagecoach on the south side and it was full of derelicts and a very hot blond prostitute. This hooker left with a blind guy! We followed them to the next bar to see what would happen and to scope out this absolute fox of questionable character some more, but we lost them. I bet she could make that blind man see, as the old blues song goes! We continued to hit the bars in this little college neighborhood and then went to check into the hotel. Then it was time for the show, where we would meet Lute and Al near the soundboard.
Motorhead put on perhaps the most energetic and enthusiastic show I've seen them do in recent memory at this medium-sized minor league baseball park on the FAR western outskirts of Kansas City. Lemmy came out and announced it was their first time back in Kansas City in 10 to 15 years. Campbell sprinted around more than ever and worked that big outdoor stage. The sound was magnificent, with Hobbsy at the helm as usual. Before Motorhead we booed Buck Cherry much to the amusement of the locals - they did that "I love my cocaine" song which sucks so bad.
A quick note on the venue, Community America Ballpark: This place is located in the most grotesque and exaggerated commercial area that I, perhaps, have ever seen. It's one big parking lot and gigantic mall. It was farcical to see Motorhead playing here, because they stand for what, to my mind, is the opposite of that type of thing. Glitz and fashion surrounded the stadium and there is Lemmy banging away defiantly in the middle of it.
So, finally, here is the show to the best of my recollection, but we had been boozing it up thoroughly beforehand. And they played two new songs, but like I said, I am not going to give those away.
Opener: Dr. Rock (causing me to soil my undies and lose bet to Lutefisk - I thought they'd switch back to opening with "Iron Fist" for some reason) (for the first time since the 1980s, Campbell performs sans hat)
No Class (causing much dancing, leading to grinding of soilage into undies)
Shoot You in the Back (front of pantaloons now soaked) (keep getting slapped by Lutefisk)
NEW SONG (beer spilling due to dancing with huge grin) (Campbell puts hat BACK ON for some reason)
Civil War (wonderment at the fine physical conditioning of Phil Campbell - good sprinting technique while smoking)
Killers (suffering possible stroke)
Metropolis (tears of nostalgia welling up upon hearing old chestnut)
In the Name of Tragedy (chafing occuring, unexplainable hard-on)
Dancing on Your Grave (hoarseness setting in due to yelling of encouragement to Campbell)
NEW SONG
Over the Top (headache coming on due to thrashing of head)
Damage Case (pissing Al off because I keep singing at the top of my lungs)
Sacrifice (without drum solo, Lemmy must be wearing his Depends)
Going to Brazil (getting over stroke, but now feel pulmonary embolism coming on)
Killed by Death (don't care anymore that I am pissing Al off with incessant singing and screaming) (Interestingly, Campbell does not use the big "black flame" guitar for this one, but opts to continue with the orange Lag Explorer. He did, however, use the black flame guitar in the encore.)
Encore:
Ace of Spades (the most perfect song in rock? could be.)
Overkill (slip off of metal ledge I am standing on and twist ankle in wet grass) (later stumble into mud hole).
Lutefisk and Al kindly gave us a ride back to the hotel and stayed for some nice conversation. We would have had to walk four miles back to the hotel without their kindness. So thanks again Lute!
The next morning we hit the city's oldest barbeque place, Arthur Bryant's, for breakfast. It was packed to the rafters with Chiefs football fans all in red. Good pulled pork, but not as good as Smokey Joes' the day before and not as good as Memphis pulled pork. Got home after about an 11-hour drive.
Anyway, had a great trip to Kansas City over the weekend with my good friend John Freeman of Minneapolis punk band The Magnolias, as well as the esteemed Lutefisk and her husband Al, to see Motorhead play their only US show this fall.
For the hell of it, here's how the adventure went. I got to Albert Lea, Minnesota, a five-hour drive from my home in Milwaukee, at around 8:30 on Friday night and got a motel room right next to this restaurant and bar called The Green Mill. The food was great and the bar waitresses were surprisingly fetching for hailing from the corn country. Called it an early night and just watched some TV back at the room, then hit the sack. Freeman rolled down from Minneapolis at exactly 7:30 a.m. the next day and we were off to KC! The weather was sunny and in the 70s when we got down there. The trees were at their peak of fall color and it was a pretty, five-hour ride down Interstate 35. Gas was only $1.97 a gallon!
When we got down there at noon Saturday, the day of the show, we immediately went downtown and looked for a barbeque joint. We quickly found one called Smokey Joe's and got a couple of HUGE plates of pork ribs with sauce, a mountain of fries, spicy beans, coleslaw and the first of many beers that day. For those of you overseas, Kansas City is famous, along with Memphis, Tennesee, for its barbeque. Then we drove around the city and checked things out. I had never been there before. It's old and beautiful in spots, with lots of ancient brick buildings, although they are wrecking some sections of town via "urban renewal."
As I'm sure you might have guessed by now, we were getting quite parched and had to find a dive bar. We easily found one called Dave's Stagecoach on the south side and it was full of derelicts and a very hot blond prostitute. This hooker left with a blind guy! We followed them to the next bar to see what would happen and to scope out this absolute fox of questionable character some more, but we lost them. I bet she could make that blind man see, as the old blues song goes! We continued to hit the bars in this little college neighborhood and then went to check into the hotel. Then it was time for the show, where we would meet Lute and Al near the soundboard.
Motorhead put on perhaps the most energetic and enthusiastic show I've seen them do in recent memory at this medium-sized minor league baseball park on the FAR western outskirts of Kansas City. Lemmy came out and announced it was their first time back in Kansas City in 10 to 15 years. Campbell sprinted around more than ever and worked that big outdoor stage. The sound was magnificent, with Hobbsy at the helm as usual. Before Motorhead we booed Buck Cherry much to the amusement of the locals - they did that "I love my cocaine" song which sucks so bad.
A quick note on the venue, Community America Ballpark: This place is located in the most grotesque and exaggerated commercial area that I, perhaps, have ever seen. It's one big parking lot and gigantic mall. It was farcical to see Motorhead playing here, because they stand for what, to my mind, is the opposite of that type of thing. Glitz and fashion surrounded the stadium and there is Lemmy banging away defiantly in the middle of it.
So, finally, here is the show to the best of my recollection, but we had been boozing it up thoroughly beforehand. And they played two new songs, but like I said, I am not going to give those away.
Opener: Dr. Rock (causing me to soil my undies and lose bet to Lutefisk - I thought they'd switch back to opening with "Iron Fist" for some reason) (for the first time since the 1980s, Campbell performs sans hat)
No Class (causing much dancing, leading to grinding of soilage into undies)
Shoot You in the Back (front of pantaloons now soaked) (keep getting slapped by Lutefisk)
NEW SONG (beer spilling due to dancing with huge grin) (Campbell puts hat BACK ON for some reason)
Civil War (wonderment at the fine physical conditioning of Phil Campbell - good sprinting technique while smoking)
Killers (suffering possible stroke)
Metropolis (tears of nostalgia welling up upon hearing old chestnut)
In the Name of Tragedy (chafing occuring, unexplainable hard-on)
Dancing on Your Grave (hoarseness setting in due to yelling of encouragement to Campbell)
NEW SONG
Over the Top (headache coming on due to thrashing of head)
Damage Case (pissing Al off because I keep singing at the top of my lungs)
Sacrifice (without drum solo, Lemmy must be wearing his Depends)
Going to Brazil (getting over stroke, but now feel pulmonary embolism coming on)
Killed by Death (don't care anymore that I am pissing Al off with incessant singing and screaming) (Interestingly, Campbell does not use the big "black flame" guitar for this one, but opts to continue with the orange Lag Explorer. He did, however, use the black flame guitar in the encore.)
Encore:
Ace of Spades (the most perfect song in rock? could be.)
Overkill (slip off of metal ledge I am standing on and twist ankle in wet grass) (later stumble into mud hole).
Lutefisk and Al kindly gave us a ride back to the hotel and stayed for some nice conversation. We would have had to walk four miles back to the hotel without their kindness. So thanks again Lute!
The next morning we hit the city's oldest barbeque place, Arthur Bryant's, for breakfast. It was packed to the rafters with Chiefs football fans all in red. Good pulled pork, but not as good as Smokey Joes' the day before and not as good as Memphis pulled pork. Got home after about an 11-hour drive.
