When I was 7, in 1978, I saw Johnny Cash in a high school gym in Buffalo with my mom and a guy named Tex. My mom doesn't talk about Tex.

I have to add the bonuses: I saw Tindersticks in 1992, when they were still called Asphalt Ribbons, in the crypt of a church in the Kilburn section of London. Me, them, and 30 friends.
2004:Also saw Lighting Bolt in an illegal Bed Sty loft. Had to climb a pipe to survive.
1994: Once went to an amazing party in DC at Brendan Canty's house, but I didn't know it was his house until I walked up to the third floor and realized the band, playing to a packed room/ audience, was 2/3 Fugazi with members of Please and Slant 6.

okay, so i saw anal cunt (i know, i know) at an after-school-center-for-inner-city-GIRLS-typa-thing, in newark DE a couple of years ago...this place was complete with adorable little inner- city-girl drawings and the like. AC proceeded to completely trash the place, openly smoking herb and launching budweiser tall boys at the terrified wispy arty types that poplulate most of the shows in newark, DE, sending half the crowd screaming in about twenty minutes and prompting the police to arrest the members of the band (and their semi-pro wrestler destructo-gang posse)in about forty. the sight of anal cunt (a three piece grind/noise/terrorsquad for those unfamiliar) playing their "music" in such an environ (little-inner-city-girl drawings, little-inner-city-girl-sized coat racks/lockers etc.) was more than a little humorous and it is surprising the police took that long to ARREST THE BAND. did i mention the band was arrested? amazing.

next week we are playing in a dojo. yes that means no shoes!

reading from charleston, sc, USA

The unicorns in a carwash in Vancouver. Best of all you can listen to the concert here: http://www.justconcerts.com/concerts/concert.cfm?Concert_Id=221

During my winter break from college of 2001, I drove to Philadelphia to see The One AM Radio play a show at a place called "The Robot Haus." Turns out that this house was not inhabited by robots, nor was it a German/Swiss ski lodge. It was a dingy apartment in one of the sketchiest neighborhoods of Downtown Philly. The One AM Radio played in the basement, leaky pipes, mold and all. A good time was had by all, until one of the other bands (a grindcore band who was upstairs and drunk) got ticked off and started stomping on the floor. I thought the whole place was going to collapse.

As a sidenote, that song is really uplifting. It reminds of an unfortunate one-hit wonder of the 90s by the name of "The New Radicals" whose one hit, "You Get What You Give" had the same type of energy. The rest of the album was pretty good as well (a weird fusion of The Rolling Stones, Indie-Rock, and Soul), though I guess it just wasn't their time.

So there was this local show with a bunch of local bands (obviously) that were going to be playing. The gig was to be held at an area simply titled "The Space." Myself and a few friends arrive there and "The Space" is more or less a tiny, run down, ominous looking shed in the worst part of town. The guys who rented it covered the inside with strips of carpetting they found in a dumpster for acoustics, and it was dimly lit by a single hanging lightbulb. In one corner, the bands had their set up. About fifty kids packed into this tiny little space, elbow to elbow. Someone brought in a garbage bag full of bread loaves that were being passed around to feed the masses. One of the bands playing, 'The Martin Luther Blings,' were a little too noisy and the police threatened to shut this show down. An old hipster managed to take the stand and calm everyone down by leading a group singing of kumbya to all these young, rebellious, and might I add somewhat obnoxious teenagers. Later that night, after 'The Rock and Roll Motherfuckers' played, the show was shut down. Luckily I had managed to escape before the fuzz came down. I also saw a large phillipino man with dreadlocks and a boyscout kerchief hauling around equipment. I think that alone made the night worthwhile.

Long time ago I saw a band called "midnight snack" in a cowshed in North Wales (at a juggling convention in the middle of nowhere, the location for the film "Merlin", incidentally). The only light was UV, and *all* the band wore was UV luminous paint (and their instruments).

Giz a CD...

i sang 'Hotel Yorba' with paul banks from interpol in a bedroom in minneapolis. i played guitar and did the harmony on the vocals.

needless to say i was pretty fucking wasted. and we played to an audience of 3.

omg I LUV the Guillemots...I can't believe I miss them at Mercury Lounge :( :( I'd love to see them play with The Sesha Loop, they're another really refreshing pop act (http://cdbaby.com/cd/seshaloop for those not in the know ;)

i'm way too late for the contest but i've been listening to this song for about a week nonstop now, so i just wanted to say thanks for posting it! i might just have to get the whole album if it's all this good.