Fucked Up at le Poisson Rouge
Strangely I don't feel the need to write much about this band. They started with a 10+ minute artsy-hard rock song which seemed to catch the audience off guard a bit. Then 45 minutes or so of the chaos pictured above. Dang, my knees took a week to recover from this one.
Dope Body at le Poisson Rouge
Once in a while you run into a band whose lead singer just dominates the stage. Screaming, contorting, jumping around and spraying sweat everywhere. Dope Body has one of those lead singers. The rest of the band sounds great, but I bet everyone there was staring at the Johnny Rotten/Iggy Pop type in front.
The Dwarves at le Poisson Rouge
So here is the story of how Blag Dahlia ended up sitting on my face. Actually, your imagination is probably more interesting than the real story so feel free to stop reading.
The real story is just this. He was crowdsurfing as lead singers are wont to do (especially when they have wireless mics) and was moving or being moved back towards the stage. I was standing right near the stage, no surprise there, I'm a photographer. He came towards the stage with his legs apart and I kind of reacted too slowly. I got trapped, tried to move away but the stage was right there, and ended up bent backwards over a monitor on the stage with this guy half-standing over me. He skeedaddled real quickly.
Thank goodness I didn't get sat on by He Who Can Not Be Named.
Now, I hadn't stretched before the show. Honestly I'm not sure that I have ever stretched before a show. Bending that far backwards wasn't too comfortable but I suvived. For that matter I kept shooting. It was no big deal. However I was sore enough after the show (for various reasons, almost as many as there were audience members) that I skipped their "secret" show at The Grand Victory later that night. That'll, uh, show them?
The Queers at le Poisson Rouge
Although I have been to le Poisson Rouge before I have never taken pictures there. The lights, they're everywhere! I mean holy crap, they have lights just to illuminate the stairs which lead up to the stage.
Now for a quick review of The Queers. Tthe arms, they're everywhere! Grabbing, grasping, elbowing, reaching around my neck to get leverage to jump onstage. Ow, and damn, this was a punk show wasn't it? The Queers are one of the great early American punk rock bands. Even with a substitute bassist they still killed it, which of course inspired the audience to act like they wanted to kill one another. Can I get another "ow"? Thank you.