The first real gig I ever went to was The Hellacopters at the hi-fi bar in about October 2000.
Marty and I went, I think it was the first gig we ever went to on a school night, and we were both pretty pumped. We both had a long hair at the time, down to about our shoulders, which turned out alright, cause it turned out everyone at the gig had long hair. I remember thinking that it was like being in Wayne’s World, which I was obsessed with at the time. The Hellacopters kicked ass, we got drunk, and had a massive night at cherry bar afterwards, it was awesome.
“What does culture want? To make infinity comprehensible.”
“We have a limit, a very discouraging, humiliating limit: death. That’s why we like all the things that we assume have no limits and, therefore, no end. It’s a way of escaping thoughts about death. We like lists because we don’t want to die.”
