The music, people and stupid moments that make up the nightlife
I don't know what's worse, the fact that
Dinosaur Jr. even bothered to reunite or the fact that people are actually excited about this.
Maybe it's Pixies-syndrome, that feeling of excitement one gets when a band that one was either too young or too far from a city to see the first time around reunites. I suffered from Pixies-syndrome and I wish that someone had told me how sloppy they play live before I stood out in 110 degree Palm Springs heat crying out of sheer disappointment. And so I write this today, as your friend, in hopes that you too will not have to suffer from the taste of tear-salt in your overpriced beer someday.
I had only a passing appreciation for Dinosaur Jr. back in 1992 based on a video or two that were regularly aired on
Request Video. Then I saw them live.
It wasn't even like I went to the show to see Dinosaur Jr. The trio was booked at the Rose Bowl in a slot opening for the Cure. We arrived early enough to catch
the Cranes, who astounded our little clique of gothlings with Alison's fragile voice. We were high on music (and maybe a clove cigarette or two) when Dinosaur Jr. took the stage and played about forty-five minutes of the most grating rock music I had ever heard. It was the musical equivalent of slinging cafeteria slop onto a plate and calling it food. They closed the set with a rendition of "Just Like Heaven" worse than anything I ever heard at a high school battle of the bands. It was our good fortune that Robert and the boys played brilliantly, otherwise I might have erased this concert from memory.
Oh, I've been to shitty concerts since then, like the time Emily's Sassy Lime and Noise Addict played like they hadn't even bothered to rehearse over at Jabberjaw and I spent the bulk of the night listening to my ride babble as to how Brian Krakow of My So Called Life was checking out her goods. Dinosaur Jr. was worse than that.
A few years later, one of the KXLU elders asked me why I loathed Dinosaur Jr. and I mentioned that show.
"Oh, well, they always suck live," he answered.
To this day, I cannot understand why people would listen to a rock band knowing how abysmal the songs will sound live.