This concert I wanna tell you about

pivotal, '92 it was

grunge out of Seattle

you would have been there

I kid you not

if you'd knew about it

 

I was totalled then, a storm building

wipe - out brainwise.

Can't even remember where it was

this concert I wanna tell you about.

 

but it happened, know what i'm saying

fuck me it was up there

with Hendricks and the like

but somehow further in

I was there, know what i'm saying

like praying for the beat

and yeah like gettin' it

that's it, that's exactly it.

 

At the climax of the show

(alright - one big climax)

I was told, 'cause I was out of it

the stage went dark

it ended right there, then the chanting began

and the handclaps

there was silhouettes of humpback roadies

like rabbits fixing fuck knows what.

 

Suicide was in the air, I know

'cause I was there.

Next thing I do remember

lights went up just low murmurs of current

subtle oranges and yellows

 

now

 

this is what you won't believe

nor did I - even now

I wake up sweating thinking about it

a baroque recorder ensemble

was playing Telemann 1681 - 1767

one old bastard, you gotta respect that

 

I couldn't believe it either,

being stretched on the wheel of imagination

a conversion by the Inquisition

this reedy thin stuff started

like a perv's paradise,

Milton and all that shit.

 

Groups of fans collapsed

in on themselves, just gave up

imploded. Yet like a miracle

others were standing and pointing

Close Encounters comes to mind,

within minutes they were spellbound.

 

Yeah yeah yeah that was clever

I will say - an upsurge of weird like culture

I dunno how, but what I do know

is that now

I am a big shithead fan

of Philip Telemann

massive deal for me

man,

well, let's be honest

you can't live in the past.

 

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