tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6591315102167709130.post2352150793794935965..comments2024-03-12T16:20:02.983-04:00Comments on Nurse The Hate: Nurse the Hate: Waiting To DerailGreg Millerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12846119003055532672noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6591315102167709130.post-1322105674119692942022-05-26T20:40:16.302-04:002022-05-26T20:40:16.302-04:00Hey, I just discovered this old blog post. I came ...Hey, I just discovered this old blog post. I came upon it while trying to find a link discussing the time my friend Bez and I threw the tomatoes at Whiskeytown outside of Mac's bar. <br /><br />It was 6/28/97 -- I know the date because it was the same night that Mike Tyson bit ofd that dude's ear. We'd watched the fight at a seedy strip club, and afterward everyone was kind of grossed out, tired, and wanting to go home. But I insisted we all had to see Whiskeytown! I was a fan, and we didn't have a lot of good touring bands coming through E. Lansing. Also, our campus station, WDBM, had a pioneering alt-country show, "Progressive Torch and Twang." The hosts of that show were lovely, and they'd built a great community. They had the Old 97's and Richard Buckner coming to town before hardly anyone knew who they were. <br /><br /><br />But Ryan and Whiskeytown were so awful. I don't think they "played" more than 15 minutes. They would play 30 seconds of a song and then quit, then they started making up songs on the spot. For a while they started playing like they were a death metal band. Ryan was strumming the guitar with his foot. But none of this was done in a cocky or amusing way, like some Replacements shows of lore. Ryan just wanted to be a surly asshole that night. <br /><br />So, yeah, we threw the tomatoes. (Bez lived down the street from the bar. They weren't rotten tomatoes, like Ryan claimed, they were fresh Roma tomatoes.) <br /><br />And most of the rest of Ryan's account in Waiting to Derail is ludicrously embellished. They never hit Bez's car with a beer can, the police were never called. I didn't challenged Ryan to a fight, but I did heckle and throw ice. I also slung a Whiskeytown CD at them like a frisbee. <br /><br />One thing everyone leaves out is that after I started heckling, people thought it was kind of funny and joined in. You could tell that Ryan really could not stand to be laughed at (even though he deserved it). So then they just stormed off. <br /><br />After all this time, I can't really apologize for anything we did that night. Whiskeytown was disrespectful of our town, our music community, and our bar. Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18426224086495091368noreply@blogger.com