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Great American Music Hall October 24th, 2000 Review by Squid The Great American Music Hall is probably the most beautiful place you can see a fairly popular band around town, right? Right. But the last few times we've been there, we've realized that we aren't enjoying ourselves as much anymore. I think this is due to the "Castle Yawn", which is what happens when we down a bunch of beers and eat huge portions of fish-n-chips at the Edinburgh Castle before shows. Then we're all bloated and drunk and sleepy and stuff. Then we slosh over to the show. And lately, it's been a whole spate of lo-fi shows, but they're hip, young-person shows, so there's no chairs. Except upstairs in the balcony. And we all know that those seats go to the people from out of town who got to the venue at 7pm while the rest of us were getting hammered. So you gotta stand, which, if you're old like us, is not conducive to musical enjoyment. And so, Melbourne's Dirty Three could've been Armageddon itself, and I don't think we would've appreciated it much. Warren Ellis plays a mean beautiful fiddle with surgically implanted pick-up that gives it just the right squawk...he's an excellent musician. Squid kept waiting for the drummer to just lose his mind and rock out completely, but it never happened. Even Daz, Queen of Sadcore, who corners the market on patience at very quiet shows, was getting restless. We actually ended up leaving early, we just weren't moved. |