Naked Raygun – Music Hall of Williamsburg 2009 [uncut#21]
Brooklyn, Music Hall of Williamsburg 12 September 2009
Set List ~ Home Of The Brave > Metastasis > Backlash Jack > Mein Iron Maiden > Walk In Cold > Coldbringer > Dog At Large > Growing Away > Treason > Peacemaker > Vanilla Blue > Surf Combat > Hips Swingin’ > Home > Entrapment > Hot Atomics > The Strip > I Don’t Know > Out Of Your Mind > Knock Me Down > Rat Patrol > I Lie > New Dreams
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Words by Daniel Roehnert
Bought ‘All rise’ when it came out. I was 16, my first girlfriend had just turned into history and I liked the band logo. The cover looked a little pathetic, the band shot on the backside a little awkward, and when ‘Home of the brave’ started *boom* I fell in love with Pezzati’s voice, Haggerty’s guitar and most certainly the crazy drums on “Peacemaker”. Back then, my first impression was that the band merged the UK punk sounds I was listening to at that time with what seemed the US approach, more direct, more horizontal (kinda like pogo vs. slam dance). They seemed serious and funny at the same time and very accessible to people that were not so amused by what was later known as NYHC and related headaches. And they had normal, boring haircuts! The first time I realized that it may not be that important to have seriously dyed, spiked, etc hair to rock like hell. After a while (“years”) I read my first interview with the band (in Ink Disease), sent 10 (?) bucks for a shirt that never came (“surface mail” was one of the things thou shalt not miss), of course missed the only Germany tour in 87 – years later, some live tracks popped up (on “The last of the demohicans” CD / Dyslexic) and the stunning cover of G.I.’s “where you live” … man. Phantasizing (1-2 LPs later…) what it’d be like to stage dive to “Treason” or sing “Walk in cold”. Sprayed the R / drill logo onto my grey denim jacket to look even more comical. Those things. They were my first real favorite US punk band and this shit sticks with you until you’re dead.
Newark airport bar. All right, Nu Yoricans don’t like Jersey. No beer sales after 11 pm (or something like that) and the worst line in the history of airport security I have ever been in made me agree. On the left, VIPs were allowed to beat the line, air conditioning was broken, the carpet looked & smelled like shit and still a hundred idiots in front of me. The good morning Bloody Mary had me close to throwing up, but by now I was back to being just thirsty. Sweat, a new shirt with the old flammable solid sign, everything else still from last night. Went to a bar, drank whisky, had some van take us to the not really secret, drug infested party boat rotting away in an old canal. Looked at people doing what they were doing, drinking shitty beer, trying to overcome the feeling that it was just not as perfect as I wanted it to be. Stumbled home with the sun rising.
Finally, the tap, the wood, the glass, the content. Nice takeoff along the Hudson, ciricling over White Plains or Yonkers or god knows where. Back home at seven am, went straight into work, a little late, here’s my birthday present, Friday in, Sunday out, one show. Was it worth it? Pezzati says “You decide”.
Home Of The Brave
Mein Iron Maiden
Walk In Cold
Dog At Large
I Don’t Know
Out Of Your Mind
Knock Me Down