It was 1985 or ‘86. Boston Ma. Swans at The Rat. Greed and Holy Money era. The show was so loud the leather bomber jacket I was wearing was actually moving, vibrating. Everyone moved away from the stage during the first song. M. Gira was singing in close relation to the speakers. You could easily feel waves of sound crushing into your flesh and there was a resonance of a weird sort with one’s chest cavity as though you could feel your esophagus vibrate…. This show contributed to my tinnitus. Wicked loud in a small smoky basement space…
August 10, 2008 at 11:34 pm |
Punishment for what?
August 11, 2008 at 7:58 am |
youth.
August 11, 2008 at 12:58 pm |
The words a small smokey basement was lovely. Something I will miss but others not.