Warsaw is a strange place. Went to see Pagoda there last night. The bar and diner area, man, its just like a hipster high school cafeteria. I swear I even saw a punch lady with a hairnet and a nose ring, I swear, I fucking swear.
Michael Pitt looked a lot like Kurt Cobain. This was the point, I guess. He kept coming right up in front of me and slamming his guitar down and his blond hair rained down over his face and it was a like a ghost throwing a tantrum right in front of me, back from the dead. It was a little creepy.
He made the same strained expressions like Kurt did when he sung. He had a scab on his finger and smelled like chocolate and cigarettes. More so like chocolate.
The audience kept booing and saying ridiculous hurtful things that pertained to Michaels movies and Nirvana. Michael would smile an eerie genuine smile that really belonged to no one, not even him.
After the set he picked up an amp near the drum set and threw it on the floor. He picked it up again and threw it down, stomped on it, picked it up, broke it into chunks that came flying out at us. I thought I was going to get some pieces in my eyes but I didn't back away, because enthralling moments like these at rock shows nowadays are rare. A few teenage girls put the broken amp pieces in their pockets when they couldnt have his guitar pic.
He was really pissed and said nothing as he gathered his things and walked off stage.
He just seemed lost and bewildered by his own fame
Remind you of anyone?

Michael Pitt looked a lot like Kurt Cobain. This was the point, I guess. He kept coming right up in front of me and slamming his guitar down and his blond hair rained down over his face and it was a like a ghost throwing a tantrum right in front of me, back from the dead. It was a little creepy.
He made the same strained expressions like Kurt did when he sung. He had a scab on his finger and smelled like chocolate and cigarettes. More so like chocolate.
The audience kept booing and saying ridiculous hurtful things that pertained to Michaels movies and Nirvana. Michael would smile an eerie genuine smile that really belonged to no one, not even him.
After the set he picked up an amp near the drum set and threw it on the floor. He picked it up again and threw it down, stomped on it, picked it up, broke it into chunks that came flying out at us. I thought I was going to get some pieces in my eyes but I didn't back away, because enthralling moments like these at rock shows nowadays are rare. A few teenage girls put the broken amp pieces in their pockets when they couldnt have his guitar pic.
He was really pissed and said nothing as he gathered his things and walked off stage.
He just seemed lost and bewildered by his own fame
Remind you of anyone?

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Saint Paul, MN
June 2005
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