“Fuck,” I said. I poured myself a large glass of wine. Then another.
Hard to really explain how I felt the day I read the headline, “Paul Westerberg Says The Replacements Just Played Their Final Show,” on Pitchfork.
OK, I’d actually been expecting it. Like many ’Mats fans, I counted the days until that FINAL show. I wondered, what would Paul say?
Would the ’Mats go out like Ziggy Stardust and The Spiders from Mars?
“That’d be cool, babe.”
Or would it be some lame-ass “THANK YOU, we’ll be recording and releasing tomorrow and then touring again,” like some fucking U2 bullshit?
Instead, leave me with:
- The image of Tommy Stinson stomping on a bunch of 45s I threw onstage, screaming and yelling.
- Those HOT plaid suits. Seriously boys, who IS your tailor?
- Paul’s chicken dance.
- Oh, and this riff.
And now, I must go to bed, with visions of Paul Westerberg dancing in my head.
“Meet me anyplace, or anywhere at any time…”
“Ooohhh if you knew how I felt now, you wouldn’t act so adult now…”
“THANK YOU FOR COMING.”
Alright, I’ll stop there.
Thank you for reading! More posts to follow. Let’s keep the ’Mats magic alive. Lemme know what you wanna read about, email:firstname.lastname@example.org.
Next post will likely be some kinda collage re: Mats’ fashion, HAHA!