See 40 photos from last night's Black Lips show here.
None of those things happened last night at the Firebird. But it was still an epic show.
The Lips were clearly impressed, joking about how the last time they were in town long ago they were at "a shitty bullpen" (The Creepy Crawl) and how it was time "to put St. Louis back on the map." They professed their love for Chuck Berry ("We're gonna go see him up at that Duck Hunt Room") and wailed on their guitars in a way that would've both horrified and delighted the Father of Rock & Roll.
They screamed and spat and and lived up to every insane expectation and then some. And they didn't even piss in their own mouths to do it.
(Thank God. That's just gross.)
Other Random thoughts/notes/observations:
-Opening act The Box Elders from Omaha were outstanding. Four guitars of pure awesome on two people. Two guys played doublenecks (one a twelve string and a six string, the other a bass and a six string) but drummer Dave Goldberg stole the show by playing keyboards and percussion at the same time, holding a drumstick between his teeth to do it. He also waved his stick like a symphony conductor's baton and was just all-around impressive.
-The Black Lips weren't shy (shocking, eh?) about interacting with the audience. Saint Pé -- sporting a Braves hat and gold grill on his lower teeth -- hung out at the bar during the opening acts and talked to fans about the Lips' plan to go on tour of Iraq and his idea of rock and roll: "The imperfections are perfections. We'll never play a song the same way twice."
-The guitarist also mentioned that he just bought a brand new Cadillac. When asked if he'd be bumping "Two Dope Boyz and a Caddilac" by fellow Alanta natives Outkast he replied in the affirmative and added that he was also going to "throw some D's on it." It's nice to know that regardless of whether it's white or black, punk rock or hip-hop, the Dirty South stands united in their choice of automobiles and accessories.