This weekend, I've been setting up shop at this BreadCo where you can't even read my site (apparently, this is the case in mad places - the fuck?). So I'm not gonna be able to check my own site, comment or anything until I get back Monday.
Nobody better fuck up too bad while I'm gone, or there will be consequences and repercussions.
But I can still post shit. So here goes.
The first day of P-fork ended up being a bit of a disappointment for me. I got to Chicago mad early, and I didn't really have shit to do, so I ended up kinda wandering around aimlessly - as if I was a furriner, or one of these black kids at the mall. Except there was just one of me, and I wasn't causing any kind of a ruckus.
I figured I'd show up to the park where P-fork is held about an hour early, on the outside chance I could get in a little bit early and start getting my drink on. But of course I couldn't. So I ended up just standing outside the gate with the rest of the dumbasses. Then it started raining, hard, for like a half an hour. To think, if I'd just hung around the Y for another hour, I could have missed it entirely.
On the plus side, I was there in plenty time to check out Mission of Burma, who played the best set of the evening. As part of All Tomorrow's Parties' silly Don't Look Back concert series, they played their 1983 album Vs. in its entirety. I was altogether unfamiliar with Vs., but I did have the two Mission of Burma albums that came out more recently, and I thought both of them were really good. One of these days, when I have the time, I'm gonna have check out their earlier stuff.
I took advantage of the next set, Sebadoh playing Bubble & Scrape, to get mad drunk for PE and make sure I wasn't gonna have to leave halfway through to take a piss, like I did at the Gin Blossoms the other day. I've never heard Bubble & Scrape, but I am somewhat familiar with Sebadoh, having been a big fan of Dinosaur Jr for a minute now. In fact, Dinosaur Jr is gonna be playing here tomorrow, and I wouldn't be surprised if Sebadoh playing last night mostly had to with, erm, capitalizing on synergy.
So I was all fucked the fuck up and ready to rock out to Public Enemy, but their set ended up being a huge clusterfuck. A total buzzkill. Before PE even came out, we were treated to what must have been a good 45 minutes worth of Hank and Keith Shocklee performing an opening set that consisted of the two of them standing behind a laptop playing painfully loud dub reggae, Biz Markie-style. The younger of the two brothers was especially obnoxious, bouncing around and announcing the name of the genre we were listening to ad nauseum.
Then there was a break that seemed to last forever for no apparant reason, where some guy would ask the crowd if it was hyped to see Public Enemy, the crowd would get all hype, then... nothing. Like the Bomb Squad's opening set, this went on way longer than it should have. Ideally, neither of them would have happened at all.
Once PE finally did take the stage, the reason for the hold up was obvious: Flava Flav was nowhere to be found. Professor Griff had to lipsynch Flava Flav's part - just like Flav himself ended up doing all evening once he finally came out. Worse, wherever Flav was (i.e. backstage hitting the pipe), he had Chuck D's mic. So Chuck had to do "Bring the Noise" with Flav's mic, which was turned way down. Hmm...
Flav finally stumbled out in between "Bring the Noise" and "Don't Believe the Hype," and it looked like Chuck D was about to strangle him. The tension between the two of them was palpable - to the point where it was kinda disturbing - all night long. "Don't Believe the Hype" kinda cranked, but then, after it went off, Flav went off on this spiel about how he's the number one star in reality TV. Which I thought was ironic, given its timing in the setlist.
I don't have any way of proving this, but I started booing when Flav started talking about his career as a minstrel performer, and then I heard mad people start booing - almost as if they wouldn't have if I wasn't there. Or maybe I was just a little bit ahead of the curb, cause I'm extra haterish like that. At any rate, Flav took offense and went off on the people who were booing. Chuck D just stood there, like, "Man, I can't believe what an embarrassment this guy has become."
There seemed to be a lot of tension as far as them meeting their curfew, but then they ended up doing another hour or so once Nation of Millions was over. They did a bunch of shit off Fear of a Black Planet, and Apocalypse 91, and their new joint, "Harder Than You Think," which is actually kinda cool. In fact, I'd say the set they did once Nation of Millions was over was far superior to the performance of that album. It might have been a better show overall if they just stuck to their usual set. But I guess there needed to be some sort of gimmick to get people to show up.