mudhoney at the museum

i'm writing this post while the night is still fresh in my mind, but i'm not going to post it right away, due to the incredible size of my last post. i hate reading super-long posts that aren't by myself, so i'll give you guys a reprieve.
tonight, nathan, dexter and i went to go see mudhoney at the chrysler museum of art. it was awesome. it was the kind of show that gives you an adrenaline rush. i've always liked their material, but they have that special kind of energy live. and something tells me that this wasn't the most intense show they've ever put on.
the first band that opened up for them was the gaskets. i wrote about them a few months ago, because they opened for the violent femmes. they're such a good time. you guys should all go find their website. i got a single from one of the guys. it was awesome. i think i might get to see them again next week, because we're going up to richmond to see millions of dead cops with dexter and if i remember correctly, the flier said they would be opening.
the second band was horrible and it was a letdown because earlier today we were at skinnies (our favorite record store) and the owner (who we refer to as "skinny" because we don't know his name) told us they were really good. i thought they sounded like an aerosmith cover band. and the thing that angered me the most was that they covered "heart-shaped box". this pissed me off for a couple of reasons. number one: they aren't good enough. in fact, no one is good enough. it takes a special band to be able to cover, or even quote a nirvana song. most people realize this and avoid it. the second reason is that it kind of felt like a slap in the face to mudhoney. i mean, here's a band that's been working their asses off for 20 years and putting out fantastic music. then one of their cool little fans becomes super famous, and brings them into their well-deserved limelight. everyone's happy and everyone's buddies with each other. then, your buddy dies. shoots himself in the head and takes a little piece of you and all the kids with him. now, you're still in your band and still trying to be a legitimate performer, and a large enough portion of the people that come to your shows want to wear nirvana t-shirts, and the opening band wants to play a nirvana song. to me, it seems like everyone's trying to tell mudhoney that even though they rock, the only reason we know about you is because of your dead buddy, and the only reason we're here is because we wish we could see your dead buddy's band, but we can't so we'll settle for you. it seems like a crappy message to be sending to mudhoney. especially since they're just as good as nirvana was any day of the week.
right near the end of the show, this kid ashed on my jacket and in nathan's eye. nathan asked me if i got ashed on, and i said yes, so nathan roughed him up a bit. i tried to stop him, but i couldn't. skinny showed up out of nowhere and asked if i thought we'd need help breaking it up. i said no, and the fight ended pretty soon. skinny said he hoped i could still enjoy myself. i figured that this was small enough to where i could pretend it didn't happen. mudhoney didn't stop the show or anything. it was funny though, because this cool little guy i had been talking to and joking with for a while started talking to me again, then looked over at nathan and said "tell your boyfriend that i'm gay". i said, "haha, did you just see him kick that guy's ass for ashing on me?" and he said "yeah, so you should make sure to tell him that i like the dick!" it was hilarious.
nathan felt bad for it later. so if anyone knows a kid who got shoved around at the mudhoney show, tell them we're sorry. and put out your cigarette in a crowd when the wind is blowing, idiot.