JESUS NIRVANA LIZARD

Jesus Nirvana Lizard © 2008 HV

 

So, I love Kurt. Cobain had some things to say before he went away that I was already feeling. And he was punk, and he got pop catchiness. He hit home for me. I highly recommend the documentary, Kurt Cobain, for its words. Interviews and loosely associated imagery mixed with stills of the band and the man, the man talking, couple of years before his death.

            When they finally started to come up – Kurt’s favorite time in music  – he admired three bands: Scratch Acid from Austin, Texas; Butthole Surfers from San Antonio, Texas; and Big Black from Evanston, Illinois. And David Wm. Sims was the bass player and founder of Scratch Acid. He and singer David Yow left Scratch Acid and together formed the Jesus Lizard. Jesus Lizard was known for their intense live shows and Yow’s antics.

            The “totally unkind Liz,” as we referenced them, I saw them every time I had the chance. I saw them in Atlanta once and Athens, GA probably five times. You could see that Jesus Lizard loved playing Athens.

            Taking you there: And just look at her ass, Han, just look at that big bubble in front of you. Bouncing back toward you. “Whoops. I didn’t mean to get such a big handful.”

            White lace shows through a hole on the back left pocket of the jeans. So metal, you think: Perfect for tonight…And you broke up with her…Get her back, baby…Get your baby back. Um, she looks so good in those jeans.

            There he is. There’s that little fucker. He loves him some unkind Jesus Lizard…that freak…I wonder if Yow actually bangs him or if that is just for show? He dry humps the hell out of him. “Ha, Ha, Hmmm.”

He always gets under your skin. It’s awesome. You totally smashed that fucker, moshing last time these guys were in town. “I moshed on your ass.”

“What, honey?” Tiffany says…“Did you say something?” She is smiling and glancing back over her shoulder at me, sort of proudly half-looking toward her ass…gesturing to her big perfect ass which I miss so much.

“You’re looking really good, Tiff.”

“I know,” she says. “That’s what I thought you said.”

“You look good tonight.”

“I thought so.”

“You were right.”

I want to mosh now, but refrain, refrain, refrain. Get on this junk right in front of you. I love this part.

This is like dancing in a club. Fuck this. Refrain. You want to be with her. You miss her. But I have never not moshed at a Jesus Lizard show before. Like these sissies. Everyone cool… and rough is moshing.

That’s Pat. Fuck him. I should have kicked his ass. He deserved it. I refrained. Refrain.

“Fuck, Yeah!” I yell. “This is my favorite”…This whole album rocks…All their stuff rocks.

Pat’s back on the stage already? Stage diving in cowboy boots. Dangerous as fuck for the audience. I wanna punch him for wearing those. He deserves to be punched in the face…and you didn’t do it to him. I could totally kick his ass any day of the week if I came at him hard…and I know it. Fuck him. He turned on a friend. I hope Yow smacks him…Yow will probably try to hump him if he keeps coming that close.

Oh hell, here comes another button on Yow’s 501’s.

This is like moshing in place…With good company.

“Wowuugh!” I yell. That’s Big Al up there. They are just letting everyone stage dive.  Much more than usual…I bet the band told them to let ‘em go.

“Crowe,” I say in a half-drunken mumble when he jumps. He is a thick man to be landing on people…“Ha, ha.” He got dropped.

“Did you see that?” I ask Tiffany.

“He might not be okay.”

This song…I…“YEAH!”

“MARY!” “MARY!” Yow and I yell.

He wants to hump Big Al. Ha, Yow is in love with Big Al.

“He loves you!” I yell. Big Al’s scared of that.

Everyone’s getting a turn on stage with the maniac tonight…as many turns as they are up for…

“That’s Matt!” I yell as he goes. Nice flip.

Yeah girl. We are definitely hooking up. We are going home together.

“Can I come over to your place after this?” I ask, knowing the answer.

“Of course.”

Sex with the ex. That’ll be something new…It’s been a long time since Suz and I stopped doing that. And she fucked up your head. Oh well. You love Tiffany. You love her, dude. You love her.

Yow is on the crowd now sweating pure nasty rock from every pore as he body surfs and screams.

“Did you see that?” I yell-ask because a dude had climbed on stage and grabbed David Wm. Sims. Sims smacked him twice in the face with the head of his bass. Sims loves it. The look on his face is of getting away with it. And he knows how good he is. “He’s my favorite bass player.”

Big Al is back on stage with Yow, now. Is this his third or fourth time up tonight? Yow’s on him quick this time. Yow wants him – He better escape. “Get a room!” I yell.

This is fun. Cheer up because this is fun. A good show surrounded by friends and you know you will get laid tonight by someone you love. This is a state of bliss, really…Nirvana.    

 

 

 

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