hardcore heckling

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Is this the one where one guy in the audience just yells "shut up!!" at the top of his lungs while Love's busy rambling away during an intro to a song?

saw a shitty metal-core-fashion-whatever band play. some yelled to the lead singer "Banana Republic called. They want their entire fall catalogue back." that made me loose it.

I read that in some magazine a few days ago so make no claims for it being my own

later, during the encores, NY started to play some song, and then the bozo shouted out again: "the needle and the damage done!!!"
NY stopped playing and said: "for you, my friend, i'll play anything", and played his request as one of the last songs.

also, at a lambchop gig last saturday:
guy in the audience (shouting): Come On!!!
kurt wagner: "no, YOU come on!"

Wish I could've been around for the infamous John Zorn snap at Lou Reed, Laurie Anderson, and Madeline Albright ("You! Shut the fuck up and listen to the music!")

Hamburg, 1996, who's onstage? Well bugger me if it isn't your favourite Britpop chancers and mine, Menswear. Johnny's suited and booted, giving it some serious cheekbone and some very good hair, and twirling his fingers around in a manner made famous (well, y'know) by a certain Sheffield-based lanky speccy fella.

Then come two heckles.

The first, delivered in the clipped English of an anglophile Hamburger: "Jarvis Cocker!". Johnny looks out at the crowd. "No no no, I'm Johnny. Jarvis isn't here..."

The second, even more bizarre: "The Good Mixer!" No sentences, no attempt at relevance, just a random German indieboy trying to prove, for reasons unexplained, that he has once upon a time read a copy of Melody Maker. "The Good Mixer!". Honestly.

Some people are fucking weird.

"50 cent? Get back in your club, and fucking stay!"

MC Pitman - "What I'm Not"

Also, a few years ago a buddy heard the heckle www.fuckyou.com. Ah, those were the dot-com days...

The Mike Love story I heard/read was (maybe?) via an interview with James McNew. I seem to recall someone asking him if there's anything he's been able to do or afford since Yo La Tengo started making more money. He said not really, but did admit he bought his friend, a die-hard Beach Boys fan, great seats from a scalper just so he could heckle Mike Love. Truth? Fiction? Who can say, but it's funny.

why?? did he do something bad?

(xpost)

"...your REFUND is at the end of the tunnel for your craving for dick..."

Bill Bailey of Black Books/Buzzcocks/Bill Bailey fame used to be in a comedy duo called The Rubber Bishops. He enjoys telling a story about a particularly disastrous open mic show early in their career, where nobody was laughing at all and the situation was becoming ever more desperate and tragic with every passing sentence. Put simply, they were dying on their arses.

Eventually, Bill (who was, at the time, stage front, while his partner was at the back) noticed a woman sat at a stageside table beckoning him over. He went over to her, and she beckoned him down so she could whisper something to him. He knelt on the stage to be within earshot, and she calmly, politely and emphatically whispered, "Just go home."

Fugazi, City Gardens, Trenton NJ, late 1980s. Ian is lecturing the crowd between songs about why drinking, moshing, looking at girls, staying up late, etc. are bad, will stunt your growth, grow hair on your palms, etc. Guy at the bar yells out extremely loudly (and CG was a small place anyway): "Fuck you, Dad."

Ha, sorta xpost.

"Ooooh! A heckle! Goodie! Wait just a moment, I have a hilarious and entirely spontaneous one-liner put-down here, prepared in case of just such an eventuality!"

He then rummaged through his pockets for several moments, throwing old sweet wrappers etc. away, before eventually withdrawing a crumpled old piece of paper which he then carefully unfolded and straightened out before reading from it in careful, deliberate mannered speech:

"Stop it. You're ruining my act."

I was in Xalapa, Mexico, the amateur night of some rock club. The bands would get up, rock out in espanol, and all the kids in the Metallica shirts would dance. At one point, the strobe lights started to flicker and these goth musicians launch into an interesting version of "Beautiful People".

The singer comes on stage in dyed black hair and face powdered white. He starts humping a paper mache' sex doll. (I was waiting for candy to fall out). The crowd just starts laughing and chanting "Marilyn Meenson! Marilyn Meenson!"

I asked the guy I was staying with why they were laughing and screaming out the name of his main influence like that. He told me that they weren't saying "Manson", but "Meenson". In Spanish, so he told me, "Meenson" means retarded, dummy, stupid, etc.

This of course, delighted me to no end. However, I still don't know exactly what word the crowd was screaming. Does anyone else know what the true spelling and defination of "Meenson" is?

Highlight: Ian and Guy were bitching at two punks for hurting people in the audience. Telling them off for not being respectful. "I can't believe that we have to remind people to be respectful to others etc..." "Didn't we see you guys at the (goodwill?) ice cream truck out front? You weren't so tough when you were eating ice cream. You looked like a couple of little boys. Now we all know your not so tough, you're just a couple of ice cream eating motherfuckers"

http://fuckyoucaseyspooner.com/movies/suckmydick.mov

"jeremy got us a sponsor from Adidas, so we kind of wanted to do our version of white man's hip hop because i really hate how white people continually exploit and co-opt black culture. eminem for me is the most offensive, creative person i could imagine."

ma boy casey, you ma boy!

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Spooner hands down. God, I'd pay money to see Em get his narrow ass kicked by a strong gay man.

there are still some cool people there, don't get me wrong, but there's not as much going on due to lack of spaces to have shows/do art/party.

Wish I knew the specifics.

His response to a consistent heckler, who gave his name as "Brian" or somesuch, was to stand on the heckler's table and "sing" him an a cappella one-note version of "Bad Moon Rising" as loudly as possible: "Don't go out tonight ... It's bound to take your life ... BRIAN ..."