Musings on the Most Ridiculous Band I Can't Stop Listening To

This Is Not The Greatest Concert In The World; This Is Just A Tribute

  • Fuck you all for this.
  • It’s not your fault, but I’m going to blame you.
  • I could be helping mankind.
  • You could be bettering yourself.
  • We are not.
  • We are here discussing a 26-year-old concert featuring Liza Minelli.
  • But, hey: let’s just call it a literary experiment; that makes me sound smart.
  • And it reflects well on you, too.
  • There.
  • It’s decided.
  • There aren’t the pointless ramblings of an obsessive shut-in.
  • Literary experiment.
  • What’s Left Of Queen has taken the stage.
  • They look like this:
  • Brian talks first, and then Roger, and John last.
  • The crowd gives John the biggest cheer, because that is the British thing to do.
  • Oh, God, it’s Metallica.
  • What have I done to myself?

  • Good gravy, the heads and their banging!
  • They whip their hair back and forth,
  • And they have their Heavy Mental uniform.
  • How much more black could Metallica’s jeans be?
  • None more.
  • This was right after The Black Album, and Metallica were bigger than Jesus.
  • Heavier, at least.
  • Jesus was not into metal.
  • Kirk Hammett began his hair plug regimen right after this show, apparently.
  • Such scary faces.
  • GRRRRR.
  • Enjoy yourselves, Metallica.
  • Stop being mean to Jason Newsted and live your lives, bros.
  • Metallica were and, I believe, still are the kings of Band Shirt-Wearin’.
  • The Dead had Mickey as a constant, but Metallica has at least two guys Band Shirt-Wearin’ at all times.
  • Metallica pushes their fucking merch.
  • Sweet Pants of Peter, the haircut on James Hetfield is amazing.
  • Look at this shit:
  • Did you see that shit?
  • What did James Hetfield tell the barber?
  • “Fuck it up on top, but also fuck up the sides and back.”
  • And they played Sad But True.
  • Which is a rockin’ jam, but now they are into the slow number and I hate you so much, Metallica.
  • Stop pretending to be sensitive, assholes.
  • We’ve all seen the documentary.
  • You’re all selfish dicks.
  • HEY!
  • YOU BACK THERE!
  • STOP MAKING THOSE GODDAMNED FACES!
  • It’s like high-speed Bell’s palsy with that fucker.
  • Uggggggggh.
  • Nothing Else Matters suuuuuuuuuuucks.
  • Sucks my baaaaaaaaaalls.
  • My ballllllllllllllllls.
  • This song could have easily been a cut off Queensryche’s Operation: Mindcrime.
  • That is NOT a compliment.
  • There are a million “best parts” to Some Kind Of Monster, the three-hour documentary about the band, but one of them has to be Kirk petulantly demanding that every song have a guitar solo.
  • Oh, thank God.
  • That was all the Heavy Mental I could take.
  • Now they’re playing Freddie from Earl’s Court in ’77 when he wore the harlequin leotard.
  • This one:
  • That one.
  • There’s a whole montage to The Great Pretender, with Freddie in all his various iterations.
  • Long hair and short, and clean-shaven and mustachio’d.
  • Freddie’s worst look was the short hair/clean-shaven one.
  • This one:
  • That one.
  • It’s like the Statue of Liberty without her torch.
  • How long is this montage?
  • It’s three songs in already.
  • Now they’re playing One Vision under his interviews.
  • WAIT
  • There was something else I enjoyed about Bohemian Rhapsody: they let Freddie smoke.
  • Brian’s back, and his hair is tremendous.
  • Ladies and gentlemen, Extreme:

  • Extreme were funky rockers from Boston with two well-received albums under their belt, a certified guitar hero in Nuno Betancourt, and a monster hit single called More Than Words
  • I loved ’em.
  • I confess this, Enthusiasts.
  • I fucking loved Extreme.
  • Had all their records.
  • May or may not have had my aunt paint their logo on the back of a denim jacket.
  • That fact is up for debate.
  • Their first record was a genuine classic.
  • Please do not mistake me for Chuck Klosterman when I say this, but I do.
  • Genuine fucking classic.
  • Second one is just aces, too, plus it’s got the big hit acoustic tune on it.
  • Third one didn’t have any hits, and plus it was a complicated mess that might have been a Christian concept album.
  • Then the lead singer, Gary Cherone, joined Van Halen.
  • Rock and Roll is stupid.
  • Anyway, Extreme did a lot of harmonies–all four guys sang awful purty–and they were enormous Queen fans, so they did a Queen medley.
  • And now Gary Cherone is doing Freddie’s call-and-response bit and, y’know what, Gary?
  • I don’t know if you’ve earned that.
  • You’re wearing saddle shoes and zoot suit pants.
  • That’s not a great photo: the pants are much zootier than that.
  • The crowd digs it, though, and that’s what matters.
  • Unless the crowd is cheering an execution.
  • It will.
  • Crowds always loved executions.
  • Whatever: crowd loves it, and therefore it is good.
  • On the other hand:
  • And that’s inexcusable, isn’t it?
  • Song’s over.
  • We’re done here, Extreme.
  • Much like Queen, the high point of Extreme’s career would be playing Queen songs at Wembley Stadium.
  • Shit, Gary is giving a speech.
  • Shut up, Gary.
  • The British, en masse, are terrifying.
  • Another montage of famous Freddie footage?
  • Is this gonna be between every band?
  • This doesn’t look like the Freddie from the movie.
  • He’s not bug-eyed and mopey.
  • Christ, did Movie Freddie mope.
  • “Wah, wah, wah, I like dongs and I’m sad.”
  • That’s not Freddie.
  • Oh, fuck, it’s Def Leppard.
  • What did I ever do to You, Jesus?
  • I say such nice things about You.
  • I defend You.
  • And this is how You treat me?
  • Not gonna lie, though: Pyromania is a banger.
  • It slaps.
  • It’s a slappin’ banger.
  • And there’s, like, nine guitarists onstage.
  • I think Leppard had three at this point, plus Brian has joined the group for Now I’m Here.
  • Two of the members of Def Leppard are wearing vests, but not shirts.
  • The drummer is also wearing a vest, which is impressive given the facts.
  • WAIT: Brian May has a vest on, as well.
  • It’s nothing but vests up there, folks.
  • Brian’s vest has stars all over it because of course it does.
  • I’m surprised it doesn’t have badgers on it.
  • Holy shit, another Freddie montage.
  • Eh, better than more Def Lep.
  • At the concert, they did two more numbers, but they are not included in this presentation.
  • This isn’t even a montage, it’s just the whole video for I’m Going Slightly Mad.
  • Which is a good video, but what the fuck?
  • My God, it’s Bob Geldof.
  • He is wearing a suit.
  • Maybe the suit’s wearing him.
  • These gentlemen are playing some sort of Irish music.
  • That’s all we need to discuss about Bob Geldof EXCEPT that he was in Bohemian Rhapsody storming around and–in the movie–Queen’s performance is the catalyst for millions of dollars in donations.
  • The movie says that Queen saved Africa.
  • They fed the world.
  • They let them know it was Christmastime.
  • Which is not how it happened at all, but I’m thinking about doing a post about Live Aid, so I’ll save it for then.
  • GUNS.
  • AND.
  • ROSES.
  • The Mark II version, but still: GnR.
  • Axl looks like this:
  • Slash looks like that, too.
  • The sharp-eyed will notice Dizzy Reed wailing away on his tambourine in the background.
  • Like I said: this was the Mark II band, the Use Your Illusion band.
  • There was Dizzy Reed on keyboards, and Gilby Clarke replacing Izzy, plus Matt Sorum and his ramen-noodle hair on drums instead of Steven Adler.
  • And black-up singers.
  • Once a band reaches a certain level, black-up singers are a necessity.
  • PLUS–for the live shows on the two-year long Illusion tour–another keyboard player and an all-female horn section.
  • And they never sounded as good as they did at the Ritz that night in ’88.
  • Slash with the doubleneck.
  • Knockin’ On Heaven’s Door time.
  • Yes, indeed, Axl.
  • Give us all some reggae.
  • You can watch it if you want:

  • But, if you’re unfamiliar: towards the end of their cover of Knockin’ On Heaven’s Door, Axl would demand of the band “Gimme some reggae!”
  • And they would provide the reggae, whether they should have or not.
  • Now Elizabeth Taylor is onstage.
  • Looking rather trim.
  • Pilled up, but trim.
  • Never got the whole thing with Elizabeth Taylor.
  • The sex symbol thing.
  • She looked like the women my mother played mah jongg with.
  • She did hate some AIDS, though.
  • Give her that.
  • If you were AIDS, and Liz Taylor saw you, she was mean-mugging you.
  • The punters are now heckling Liz Taylor.
  • But she’s giving it back to ’em.
  • And now they love her.
  • But she won’t shut the fuck up.
  • We get it, Liz.
  • AIDS: bad.
  • Got it.
  • Back to the rockyroll.
  • SHE WON’T STOP TALKING ABOUT AIDS!
  • Be quiet, damn you!
  • We’ve developed retrovirals since you started talking!
  • Oh, good, she’s gone.
  • Another Freddie montage.
  • Eisenstein would’ve thought this was too many montages.
  • IT’S QUEEN!
  • Kinda, mostly, sort of.
  • As close as you could get at the time.
  • Brian and Roger and John playing Tie Your Mother Down.
  • Here, watch:

  • And then Def Leppard’s lead singer came out.
  • I know his real name, but I’m not gonna call him that.
  • I’m gonna call him Jeff Leppard.
  • That guy did a lot with a little.
  • Not especially charismatic.
  • Voice is fine.
  • Good hair, though.
  • I’ll give Jeff that.
  • Brian and Slash are doing their Rock Moves at one another.
  • Okay, I’m tired and hungry and so this will be a two-parter.
  • I don’t know who you have to thank for that.
  • It occurs to me that I’ve forgotten to fill you in on any of the context of this show.
  • Whattya want for nothing?

1 Comment

  1. Luther Von Baconson

    if i could turn back ti-eye-muh. sexcellent!

    i seem to recall a lot of “neer-neer, neer-neer” & potato salad crotchartisanality

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