Muse, San Francisco, 4/9/07

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   dj ivi says that's such a beautiful review! i'm with you about the stilettoes. i don't like to wear skinny heels, but i sometimes wear my highest shoes for that exact purpose! it really helps for taking concert photos. i hope you don't feel the pain for too long!

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   voxjubilante says I must be getting old. I tend towards little to no music after a show these days - go easy on the ringing, fuzzy ears. If I do listen to anything after a show it's usually gentle - think Satie's piano works or some other 'light' classical, Bill Evans, Eno's ambient music, Nick Drake, etc. - sometimes just the keening wail of my dying auditory nerves. Also depends on what show I was at... Usually, however, chill is the ambiance. 2 shows cured me of going into the pit or anywhere near the front of the stage, both back in '90 - '91: Ministry/KMFDM/Skatenigs and The Pixies/Pere Ubu show, both at the Austin Opera House (a bit of a misnomer for a cavernous warehouse-like structure with a concrete floor and no seating.) The pit at the Pixies show was nasty. This was when moshing was just making the move from punk/indie rock subculture to mainstream frat boy idiocy. I lost a shoe. And somehow found it again. I also couldn't seem to get away from the giant PA speakers just to stage right. I was right up front and center for the Ministry show but had retreated to the back of the auditorium by the time they took the stage - by the time KMFDM had left the stage, actually. I felt sore for days after that one - and not just from the pummeling I took in the pit. It was also incomprehensibly loud. I'm-sure-alarm-bells-were-going-off-in-NORAD-loud. The-neighbors-in-the-universe-next-door-must-have-been-banging-on-the-walls-of-time- and-space-furious-loud. I was pretty much completely deaf the next day - not even ringing in my ears - I actually had to read lips a bit to understand what people were saying when they spoke to me. I distinctly remember standing perfectly still near the back of the auditorium and watching curiously as my sagging, sodden T-shirt (it was hanging around me a little over-sized and I was a lot skinnier) jumped in time to the music like it was a soggy speaker cone. Together, those two shows probably account for the majority of my hearing loss. Ah, to be young and stupid again.

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