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| Gawd, I hate putting that superfluous apostrophe in that second band's name. Blerch. |
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| My Dear Friend Nikki and I smile for her infinitely superior phone camera. Little did we know that within a half hour of the Go-Go's starting we'd narrowly avoid a brawl with the drunken dudes dangerously swaying into us. Tossers. We think Security may have escorted them the hell out of Roseland Ballroom later. At least, we hope. Douchebags. |
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| Jane Wiedlin, rhythm guitarist for The Go-Go's (damn that apostrophe!), being all adorbz in her Star Trek science officer uniform. Unfortunately, I couldn't get even minimally decent pics of the rest of the gals. Too, our enjoyment of the 1st half of the concert was greatly diminished by the aforementioned altercation, as well as our mutual realization that we didn't actually know a lot of their music! |
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| We were in better spirits after a break and when The B-52s finally took the stage. Poor Cindy Wilson was still getting over some illness which rendered singing tricky and her voice periodically cut out, which was a shame. But Fred Schneider and Kate Pierson more than made up for it, with Fred cracking lines in between tunes like, "...when we weren't busy inventing New Wave..." and "...here's one of our world-famous ballads!" and Kate swingin' her arms & flashing her pearlies with true aerobic instructor enthusiasm. Lah-lah-LOVED their set. They opened with Planet Claire and the hits just kept on coming. They wrapped up with Wig and Love Shack, during which Nikki and I had to bugger off, so as to get our 11:40 train back into the 'burbs. Alas. Responsible adulthood sux. |
My only complaint about The B-52s is that they didn't play Summer of Love which, with the first day of summer coming up, wouldn't have been amiss. Or, which would have been even more fun, one of Fred's solo efforts, as uploaded by some lovely fan on the Youtubes. (Not I, so you can't blame me.) (OK, I am posting it here, so you can blame me for that, if you must.)
