Roseland Ballroom - New York, NY
1993-11-15 · United States · Live · more gigs in New York
Circulating discs (2)
Very Fucking Rare Bootleg CD
- 26. I Wanna Be Your Dog 4:56
Live at Roseland #1 Tape AUD #1
- 1. Radio friendly unit shifter 4:20
- 2. Drain you 3:49
- 3. Breed 3:10
- 4. Serve the servants 3:26
- 5. About a girl 3:08
- 6. Heart-shaped box 4:50
- 7. Sliver 2:55
- 8. Dumb 3:05
- 9. In Bloom 4:26
- 10. Come as you are 3:42
- 11. Lithium 4:18
- 12. Pennyroyal tea 3:30
- 13. School 3:25
- 14. Polly 3:10
- 1. Milk-it 3:46
- 2. Rape Me 2:43
- 3. Territorial pissings 2:31
- 4. Smells like teen spirit 5:05
- 5. All apologies 6:51
- 6. Jesus don't wants me for a sunbeam 4:45
- 7. On a plain 4:44
- 8. Scentless Apprentice 3:42
- 9. Blew 6:49
- 10. I Wanna Be Your Dog 3:23
Notes & circulating recordings
From Tour Journal Half Japaneese:
15 November
The last night: Roseland. By this time the adrenalin demands of these big crowds have just about worn me out. I went to visit my friend Peter in the afternoon and fell asleep on his couch. After the night before, I expect the crowd to revile us. It seems like it's love or hate, nothing in between. So we play (with a secret weapon: Michael Galinsky of Sleepy Head on bass -- thank you, Michael!), and what happens? Polite applause! The only reaction I couldn't have imagined in a million years!
Since it's our last show, Nirvana invites us onstage with them for their noise encore. We sort of plan to do I Wanna Be Your Dog, and Jad does sing the words, through one of his distortion megaphone toys. But it's pure chaos: Gilles and Chris are pounding on a floor tom, Dave is wandering back and forth with a bass that may or may not be plugged in, and Kurt is behind the drums doing a basic funk rhythm. I try to follow him, not bothering to move my left hand. I'm standing in front of Pat's amps, and it's so loud my bones are buzzing. This surprises me, since he has been almost inaudible in the PA every night. He hands his guitar to Simon, and leads him out into the middle of the stage. With a little coaching, Simon is raising the guitar over his head, and smashing it down. At that point, I had to leave the stage. If there's one thing I've learned from a dozen years in rock and roll, it's when to let the kids take over.
15 November
The last night: Roseland. By this time the adrenalin demands of these big crowds have just about worn me out. I went to visit my friend Peter in the afternoon and fell asleep on his couch. After the night before, I expect the crowd to revile us. It seems like it's love or hate, nothing in between. So we play (with a secret weapon: Michael Galinsky of Sleepy Head on bass -- thank you, Michael!), and what happens? Polite applause! The only reaction I couldn't have imagined in a million years!
Since it's our last show, Nirvana invites us onstage with them for their noise encore. We sort of plan to do I Wanna Be Your Dog, and Jad does sing the words, through one of his distortion megaphone toys. But it's pure chaos: Gilles and Chris are pounding on a floor tom, Dave is wandering back and forth with a bass that may or may not be plugged in, and Kurt is behind the drums doing a basic funk rhythm. I try to follow him, not bothering to move my left hand. I'm standing in front of Pat's amps, and it's so loud my bones are buzzing. This surprises me, since he has been almost inaudible in the PA every night. He hands his guitar to Simon, and leads him out into the middle of the stage. With a little coaching, Simon is raising the guitar over his head, and smashing it down. At that point, I had to leave the stage. If there's one thing I've learned from a dozen years in rock and roll, it's when to let the kids take over.