We are not men.
HOLY HOT FUCK. I took my roomie to see Devo last night at the Hammerstein Ballroom and it was sooooooooooooooooo megakickradawesomedevo. First of all, my ol' buddy Vic Thrillwas the opening act and I haven't seen him since he was so nice as to be in my Black History Month spot, the one celebrating Chuck Berry. Vic is space-y and supercool and it was great to see him up there. And then, the awesome power that is Devo took the stage. And they are AMAZING.
And middle-aged and proud!
The show kicked serious ass and we bounced and spazzed our little heinies off. And then the drummer broke his hand and played four songs one-handed (which blew my mind -- he's not even the drummer for Def Leppard!) and then they had to call it quits because he just couldn't do it anymore.
How i love Devo. Their commitment to their ethos, their total immersion in conceit and theme, the fact that they own their sound ... I wish I could go see Devo every night.
The beginning was the end -- of EVERYTHING, yeah!