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Looks like the recent setlists are pretty much the same. Starting with Vaccination Scar, Grace, too, Summer is killing us, and poets. They are playing between 7-11 songs from the new album. I can't wait.

This is from amother list I am on.


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Just One Request
Going to A Concert? Don't Play The Fool.
By David Segal
Washington Post Staff Writer
Tuesday, July 20, 2004; Page C01


Nick Lowe has just finished 90 minutes of solo music at the Birchmere,
a set that included all of his best-known songs -- except one. The
silver-haired daddy of British pop hasn't played "(What's So Funny
'Bout) Peace, Love & Understanding," a track that he wrote and that
helped make Elvis Costello famous in the 1970s. So everybody knows
what's coming when Lowe returns to the stage for an encore. He strums
the opening chords and a ripple of delight rolls through the room.

Then stops. A man in a striped shirt has wobbled up to the stage, a
hand-drawn sign in one hand, a drink in the other. He edges so close
to the spotlight that Lowe has no choice but to ask what he wants.

"Zmmuphhmen," comes the reply. Or something like that. Lowe looks baffled.

"What?" he asks, politely.

"Zmmuphhmen!" There's a Web address on the sign, and Lowe gamely tries
to read it out loud. By now, whatever spell had mesmerized this room
is gone, replaced by confusion, which is soon replaced by rage. All at
once, fans realize what has happened. Their joy has been killed -- at
least for the moment -- by a Concert Fool.

There is no escaping the Concert Fool. He (and every once in a while,
she) is the chronic carbuncle on the butt of rock, an inflammation
that makes it hard to really get comfortable. The Concert Fool is
either unglued by music, or drunk, or unaware of the invisible line
that separates civilization from anarchy. Or aware of the line but
past caring about it. Mostly, the Concert Fool is having a great time
because these guys rawwwwk and because it's a concert and up top,
dude. Rock and roll!

Ultimately, the Concert Fool is confused. He believes that the rules
of courtesy have been suspended during showtime, which isn't exactly
true. Though it's not entirely false, either. At a typical rock
concert, you get far more leash than you do at, say, the theater or
the symphony. The Concert Fool, however, misconstrues limited license
for an excuse to vomit on your girlfriend's pants.

Decorum at a rock concert is actually venue-dependent; what will fly
at the 9:30 club, where bands skew loud and young, will get you tossed
from the Birchmere, where the acts are generally quieter and pitched
to adults. You need to sit down and zip it at the Birchmere and halls
like it, which seems proper for a singer like Nick Lowe, whose
distorted-amp days are well behind him. But even at 9:30 -- as well as
the Black Cat, MCI Center, Merriweather Post and other venues -- you
need a set of manners, even if those manners fall somewhere between
the standards of decency for a baseball game and the standards of
decency for a kegger. Most fans settle comfortably within that fairly
broad range, finding a way to exult in the show without thrashing the
collective buzz.

The Concert Fool, on the other hand, finds inventive ways to annoy. A
wide variety stalk the nation's pop venues, and during my years as a
pop-music critic, I've seen them all. So here's a field guide to
what's out there -- a taxonomy, if you will, of show-going morons.
Avoid them if you can.

The Singer wants to the world to know he's got a great voice. So he
sings. Really, really loud, during the lulls, during the shrieks. All
the time. Fans of James Mercer met a prime example of this genus of
Concert Fool last year at Iota, when Mercer, the lead singer of the
Shins, closed a showcase for the Seattle label Sub Pop. Toward the end
of his set, Mercer played "New Slang," his most popular tune, but
suddenly you could barely hear the guy. A Singer had chimed in -- eyes
closed, shot glass hoisted -- at a volume loud enough to drown out the
man everyone had paid to hear.

The Reckless Smoker -- A cigarette is a dangerous weapon around people
packed together tight. At a Guided by Voices show in New York --
before that glorious smoking ban went into effect -- fans were so
jammed one night at a club called Tramps that you had to applaud with
your hands above your head. This didn't stop a guy behind me from
lighting up -- and then singeing some unlucky fan standing in front of
him. "Sorry, man," the Smoker said. No doubt this made the burn victim
feel a whole lot better.

The Angler -- They arrived late, and they don't want to stand in the
back. So the Anglers connive to get close to the stage, which is
tricky -- and rude -- at a show that's sold out. The most inventive
Angler I've seen waited till right before the first song and pretended
to be on the verge of vomiting as he waded toward the lip of the
stage. People leapt out of his way. When he got to the front, he just
smiled.

More recently, at a Bob Dylan show, a woman murmured "That's my
husband" as she nudged her way to a place at a forward section on the
floor of the 9:30 club. She slipped an arm around a tall man and
smiled as if greeting her mate. Which he wasn't. The man gave her a
confounded look and a polite brushoff. Why she thought this would work
is a mystery, but I had the sense it wasn't the first time she'd tried
the gambit. In this instance she retreated, muttering: "What a jerk."

The Requestaholic -- They came for one song, and they're going to hear
that song if it kills them. Which it nearly did at a couple of Bruce
Springsteen's solo shows during his "Ghost of Tom Joad" tour in 1996.
The Boss asked fans at the outset not to shout for tunes, and in those
cities where the Requestaholics wouldn't stop, Springsteen threatened
to ask fans nearby to take matters into their own hands.

For performers, you can imagine the frustration, especially at a show
for an album like "Joad," which was somber and low-key. Anyway, most
set lists are cooked up well before a tour hits the road, so shouting
is nearly always pointless. It's just annoying. One of the few things
I remember about the Steve Earle show at the 9:30 two years ago is a
twit who screamed "Jackalope Eye!" at least 25 times over the course
of the show. Earle tried to shut him up by doing a belittling
impersonation of him. But the true Requestaholic won't let a little
humiliation get in the way.

"Jackalope Eye!" he screamed during the very next break.

The Talker -- The bane of nearly every show. A shocking number of
ticket buyers regard rock concerts as ideal moments to catch up with
friends. I can remember a pair of women nattering through a My Morning
Jacket concert, a guy flirting shamelessly with a mini-shirted damsel
at a Peaches show, a half-dozen drinkers at Iota who didn't seem to
realize a band was in the room. The most stupefying Talker I've seen
was at a Melissa Etheridge show at the Warner Theatre, a woman who
called a friend on her cell phone just as Etheridge hit the stage.

"I'm at the show! Yeah, Melissa just came on! Yeah! Can you hear me?
What? Can you hear her? What?" There were murderous stares from
everyone in her vicinity -- and then verbal threats -- but it didn't
matter. The dedicated Talker doesn't care.

The Stander -- Ordinarily, this is not a big deal. But if everyone
else is sitting, it can lead to violence. At a Peter Gabriel show at
MCI Center, one Stander, a thirtyish woman in jeans, had the
misfortune of blocking the view of a true Concert Fool (see Grabber,
below) who slapped her rear end when she refused to have a seat. She
ran for the cops, and he hustled out of that section of the arena,
presumably to watch the show from another seat.

The Grabber -- One who grabs. See above.

That's the list. If you recognize yourself in any of these categories,
let me ask a favor on behalf of everyone else who loves live music:
Stay home and wait for the DVD.

Even if there won't be a DVD.

Pretty please?

Does anyone subscribe to this magazine? Apparently they have a blurb about the Hip, and on the cover it has the: THE HIP "I Love Americans"... I don't subscribe but I get their weekly newsletter in my hotmail account... and this might be the beer talking, but is that the same magazine they give away at the Beer Store in Ontario?

Just saw this weeks episode. Good to know with all reality stuff, art is far from dead.

What a show.

hey folks just got a great dvd of the velvet revolver show from the roseland ballroom nyc may 26, 2004

anyone interested respond and we can set up a trade

ron

I notice a little debate in a thread below about whether 'Vaccination Scar' was a good choice for first single. That question has occured to me as well...I think it's a strong song, but doesn't have the catchiness and the hooks of 'Makeshift' (my preferred choice for lead-off single) or the ear-worm quality of 'Nashville.'

Given their apparently declining market position, this may have been a fatal mistake from a 'sales' standpoint. They'll now have to work twice as hard to get airtime for the NEXT single. It's double frustrating because this is a CD that fans of their older stuff really should be able to rally around...it should be a bit of a 'comeback' CD from a commercial point of view.

Or am I way off-base here? What would have been YOUR choice for singles off this record?

lately i have been wondering if it is the same person who says they "dont give a f*** about hockey" in fireworks and they "dont give a f***" about being able to dance with the puck in heart of the melt...both songs to me are about a relationship...is it the same one

For the past few days I've been keeping an eye on the poll in the corner of the main page, and I'm shocked to see that the number of people not purchasing In Between Evolution keeps going up! If you voted for "not buying it"...I'd kind of like to know why. Not because I want to kick the crap out of you :rambo: but because I'm curious. I feel like if you care enough to vote, and care enough to be on hipbase...why wouldn't you buy their latest effort?

-Jenna

2 cases (2-4's) Labatt Blue - $29.77US/$41.59CAN

good deal! If you like or don't mind Blue. :thumb:

Hola crazies...

Wanted to know what the crazies/coolest thing you ever saw at a Hip show was?

Mine was years back when the Hip were on some sort of stealth tour across Canada, swooping into town, performing in smaller venues with all proceeds going to charity.

I'm in Montreal and on one zany morning, my buddy Christien leaves a message on my phone: "Hip were in Toronto 2 nights ago and in Ottawa last night, I know they're in Montreal today."

Course he leaves this on my phone at 4:30 in the morning, by the time I get the message it's about 10:00am and I'm at work. I call him and he tells me, I've missed the boat. That radio stations got the news around 8:00am and by 9:00am there was a line of people outside The Spectrum that far surpassed the venue's capacity.

At 9:00am they started movings down the line and placing numbered plastic wristbands on people in line. This ended, people pushing and shoving (not that much of that was happening) and they let you in to buy tickets by the number on your wrist.

You were allowed to buy 2 tickets. They took your money, cut the wristband and then took your picture. The tickets had your picture on it, or in this case, 2 tickets with the picture of the person who bought them.

Come show time, it better be your picture on the ticket or you better be with the person who's picture IS on your ticket or no can do. (wave bye bye to the scalpers Martha!).

Needless to say, only my buddy Christien made it and bought 2 tickets, 1 for him and 1 for his girlfriend.

He tells me all this on the phone when I call him and I'm rather bummed. Jokingly I tell him "Take my number at work, you never know, things change, people die..."

30 minutes before show time, he calls, girlfriend trapped at work, cannot escape. I have 30 minutes to make it, there's 3 hours left in my shift. I immediately freak out (this worked for me). My workmates were asking "what's wrong? What's wrong?" and all I managed to blurt out was " Jesus Christ! I have to go right now! " and I ran out of work like a man possessed. I later told my boss it was a HUGE personal emergency and I had no choice but to dart out (to me, this was the truth) he never batted an eye.

I made it.

It was the single greatest show I have ever born witness to for several reasons.

1) The Hip were in fine form that night.
2) They played the mysterious Mein Kampf Made Easy which still haunts me.
3) and this actually the bloody point of this thread (Jebus, I babble) The show was in full swing, and people were crowd surfing.

This wasn't sitting well with Gord.

Halfway through the show, Gord stats giving the crowd shit. Explaining to them that he's standing there singing and watching the people in the front rows trying to have a good time and suddenly they get hit in the back of the head by a human being surfing from the back of the crowd towards the front and he's not getting off on watching these people getting slammed and could they please knock it the fuck off?

Needless to say, no one at a Hip show wants Gord pissed off at them and it was quite something to see the crowd collectively apologize to Gord.

It don't end there.

They start playing again and while they're still bringing up the volume, a voice from the back is clearly heard : "Gord!! I want to surf!! PLEASE!! and I see several people reach down and hoist this man into the air, wheelchair and all. Gord smiled and waved his hand forward.

The Hip kicked it into high gear and I watched this man in his wheelchair surf around the crowd for the entire song, he looked so happy I will never forget his smile. Gord smiled too and they passed that guy around effortlessly, the whole of the crowd working as one. As the song ended, they passed him right up onto the stage where Gord moved him just off center of the stage and waved security off.

That guy sat on stage for the next 2 songs and you could see the tears on his face as he sang along. After that security helped him off stage and down into the front where he remained with a security guard keeping an eye on him for the remainder of the show.

It was awesome.

So what's the coolest thing you ever saw at a Hip show?

Sunday, crap, sorry it's so long folks...