Melvins @ Headliners Music Hall, Louisville

Melvins, Weedeater, Evil Army and Down
Monday, September 28, 2009
Headliners Music Hall
Better than: Nearly every rock show I've ever seen.

Perhaps it's dry city for Down fans, or maybe too many people just don't like Pantera, but I was expecting sheer mayhem. Hardly anyone was risking their limbs to be up front to, at the least, catch a glimpse of Phil Anselmo or even Jimmy Bower assaulting his drums. It's one of the very few occasions where people care more about the opening act rather than the actual headliner; it was beautiful.

The Melvins graced the stage by 9:00, as promised by Coady Willis whom I had spoken to earlier while waiting in line outside. I caught him before the band was apparently going out to eat (-yeah I know! It's like they're real people too!), and fortunately he remembered me. We had previously spoke after a Big Business show and we talked about tapeworms or something; sorta eerie, but mostly exciting. Buzz came out wearing his signature suede smock/turtleneck thing, immediately breaking into the set's first song, while the band's two drummers, Dale Crover and Coady Willis, pounded ferociously on their two drum sets. Among the night's setlist was Houdini's "Hooch" and "Night Goat," along with "Billy Fish" and "The Kicking Machine" from their '07 release Nude With Boots. The audience was treated to a dose of comedy as well. Between three and four song intervals, Buzz would stop to tell some kind of obscure joke no one really understood (or at least didn't hear over ringing feedback), but we would pretend to laugh and think it's funny anyway. It's Buzz, after all.

The show was great, yada yada. But here's where it really comes down to:

The Melvins have been one* of my favorite bands, at least since 10th grade, and are probably the only artists who have survived my drastic change in apparent 'taste'. This wasn't a promotional tour. The Melvins haven't had a new album since 2008. Ultimately, this tour was for the fans, (and maybe for some money too), but more importantly, for me. So you can probably imagine my immediate reaction when I was personally escorted behind the band's tour bus. Buzz in front of me, and my arms around his neck.

I am an emotional person.

I have no other reaction except to cry.

And to think I never understood those girls in the 70's, who ripped each other's heads off in the presence of John Lennon or Paul McCartney. To me, it was part of the era, and to me it looks ridiculous. But that's just how I was to everyone else. I was the sobbing teenage girl who could barely speak, and when I did, in complete gibberish. The only issue was that I didn't care. You get so overwhelmed with excitement and gratitude that it doesn't even seem real. It's everything you've dreamed of in front of you, and you're hugging it.

I encountered Dale Crover later in the night, along with a couple dudes from Weedeater. I cried in front of them, too. Maybe it was the alcohol (I literally had 12 beers), or it could have been the Buzz overhaul still seeping in, but I couldn't stop. The only thing that really sinks in now is that it was definitely worth coming home extremely late for. I would get grounded for the Melvins any day.

*The list of artists I label as 'one' are usually considered my absolute favorite. Although, given the amount of absolute favorites I actually have, I still feel using the word 'one' lessens Melvins value to me. It's like saying Tom Waits is one of the greatest songwriters of all time. What I mean is that he actually is the greatest songwriter of all time, among others. Therefore, there's no specific way to classify something I consider to the absolute best. I just, like the Melvins...a lot.