December 12, 2004

Guided By Voices Live At Coney Island 2001 This an excellent video bootleg (which GBV linked to their site) of Guided By Voices at the Siren Festival in 2001. The videos are MPEGs and linked to the webpage I linked.

The guy that made the video doesn't know much about GBV, so here's a setlist GBV set list: Game of Pricks Cut-Out Witch Tractor Rape Chain Submarine Teams Twilight Campfighter Shocker In Gloomtown Skills Like This (Can't Remember this one) Chasing Heather Crazy This is what the webmaster wrote:

Guided By Voices weren't exactly in top form, with Bob Pollard seemingly limited as to the amount of beer he could lay hands on during his one hour set. He kept fucking up the lyrics and executing rockstar moves even less deftness than usual. Gretchen thought he was "cool as a cucumber" when he just stood there singing and/or gesticulating, but she thought he "really needed to stop acting like a dork" with the goofy faces, microphone twirling and crotch-ripping power kicks.
When doesn't Bob not act like the indie rock version of Bill Murray's lounge singer on SNL? Thought: what is the deal with Bob always throwing shit in the audience during Cut-out Witch? That song always causes a weird frenzy in the audience and Bob seems to feed off of making it worse.
  • this has made my day...
  • Cool! This was a really fun show. Although by the time GBV came on my friends and I were too hot, tired and, um, drunk to brave the crowds anymore. We listened from the comfort and relative elbow room of the area over by the Break Dance ride. I'm a bigger 'chunk fan anyway. (a polaroid I took of that day)
  • I just found this interesting Robert Pollard story.
    Last June Guided By Voices played a show in my home town. A woman I know went backstage to have the leader Robert Pollard sign a leather jacket that she has had other musicians autograph. When she got to the "green room" it was apparent to all that the singer was in the bathroom fornicating with his girlfriend. Now, during the show I noticed the incredibly large presence of security at this relatively mid-sized venue for a good-natured mid-sized crowd (which meant that I couldn't toke down inside the club). Well, one of the huge security guys passed through the backstage area and heard the music of love emanating from the bathroom and proceeded to pound on the door until Pollard emerged, tucking his shirt in. Being a physical guy he apparently got into a face to face with the bouncer, nose to nose, until some sort of intervention occurred by management (who rumor has it was more mad at the security guy than the band).
    Who knew Pollard was such a bad ass.