whenever I think of (or hear the word) detroit, I think of the scene in ‘a fistful of yen’ when dr klahn has the american spies captured and he beheads one and the other says that he’s not scared of death and dr klahn goes “take him to … DETROIT!” and the spy starts screaming “nooooo!! nooooo! not detroit!!!” as they drag him away
anyway – marc brian and I drove up to detroit on friday to play a show – we were at LJ’s Lounge and we played with scarlet oaks (brian knows these guys from way back) and the high strung
it was really fun – the bar is a total dive – we had to move the pool table out of the way so we could play and scarlet oaks brought a PA system since there isn’t one – they played second and did a cover of “don’t cry no tears” which was pretty rad
barely related to that, in the last week I’ve heard two really awful neil young covers on the radio – one – a bubbly euro version of “only love can break your heart” was at atlas cafe – I can’t remember the details on the other thankfully
the headliner was the high strung they kicked ass – I was really into their set – by the end I had gravitated right up to the front – they were playing their second encore and the bassist and guitarist switched instruments – the end of the song had a jam and the guitarist came up to me and was like “do you want to play? it’s in a!” and I was like “fuck yeah” and took the bass and we jammed out for a really long time – some other dude joined in on the drums and hacker spouted some poetry
dig these photos!
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– unfortunately, most of my friends are all suckas that can’t hang and went home as soon as we finished playing