Just got back from a great night in Copenhagen. Brian Setzer rocked Vega with his Rockabilly Riot featuring Slim Jim Phantom. They played a lot of hits and put on one helluva show with bass battles, Stray Cats songs and some fine guitar playing.
I sipped a rum and ginger ale, sang along to almost every song, clapped my hands and stomped my feet until they hurt. And yes, they played fishnet stockings. Yay!
Epic bass battle
Slim Jim Phantom and Brian Setzer
Rockin' the sparkly green Gretsch guitar.
"my sweet baby wears fishnet stockings, when she starts a rockin' there ain't no stoppin'"
Went to Copenhagen yesterday and had a lot of fun. Frank Turner and Social Distortion played at Vega. Awesome gig, awesome time in the company of friends.
On the train.
Who's that behind Rickard? Doesn't he sing in some band? Like Volbeat?
Frank Turner. Awesome.
Protect your ears at rock gigs!
Social Distortion!
He's got the machine gun blues...
Social Distortion.
Mike on guitar.
The full set of photos in on flickr. All photos are taken with an HTC Desire using Vignette and FxCamera.
I think there's a bug in my system. My immune system that is. It's an annoying little virus that has been slowing med down for almost a week now.
I saw Rise Against and the 20Belows play at Vega in Copenhagen this weekend. After the first hour I was too tired to do anything but stand around, so no mosh pit for me. Darn. But I did get to see the 20Belows play, both new material and some of their old stuff.
The award for most rock in one evening goes to Kasper Keen of the 20Belows, who had another gig with the Hitchcocks on the same night and had to run from Vega after opening for Rise Against to make it to the second show.
Rise Against were really good, but I know I would have enjoyed the show more if I had been in the mosh pit. And if the first three songs had been a little more about the vocals and a little less about the base drum.
Anyway, one of the perks of being sick is that I've had time to catch up on my reading and watch some movies. Like Hitchcock's "Strangers on a Train" from 1951.
In a world full of young people who are desperate for fame at any cost, where looks seem to be valued more than talent and intelligence, it's nice to see a female artist who does not feel the need to perform in leotards or a bikini. And who doesn't rely on playback even though she's got a sore throat.
