I got back a few hours ago from seeing Liz Phair at The Fillmore San Francisco. It was an OK show, and since I am filing this in the “Bitch and Moan” category, I am going to do just that.

Liz’s vocals were pretty spot on, I was amazed that what she does is not nearly as doctored up in the studio as I had thought. Then again, there was this mysterious electronic box she kept punching buttons on. Given there was a guitar change on every song, and sometimes in-between songs, I can imagine it was a little tough on the band. That being the case, the floor noise, aka: instrument hiss was insanely annoying. With that, I have a message to the sound board guy, get a fucking clue, why does every show at The Fillmore have to have the kick drum turned up so God damn loud? This is a small venue, not a hip-hop show, there is just no call for it.

Liz Phair is a bit of a touchy subject when it comes to male listeners. Numerous songs have lyrics that no guy should be singing along to. Period! Hearing a 40 something next to me trying to harmonize with “Hot White Cum” is just not cool. No matter how you spin it, this guy is a fucking homo. Oh, and Mr. Homo, if you are sick, keep your ass at home, no one wants your kleenex sporting, nose dribbling, head sniffling fester box anywhere near them.

I know, sounding like it was all bad, it was not, I would not have missed it, I was actually rather looking forward to the show. There were two reasons, well, three. Of course, I wanted to see how she performed live, which ended up being pretty darn good. I could have done without the pole dancing thing she did on the first song, but what the hell, she is rather doable.

Second reason I wanted to be there, was to get a shirt. I have been on a quest for a Liz Phair shirt that is not “teh gey” for ages now. All her website sells are girl shirts. The shirt booth at the show was so low key in what they were selling, I thought it was just for the opening band. I had no idea they were selling merch for all bands. By the time I learned this, they were sold out. What the fuck, this is a pretty major pop star, how in the hell do you not have enough gear on hand to satisfy such a small venue. Poor planning if you ask me, proven in addition to the complete screw up in Fillmore tradition.

Yes, The Fillmore has a tradition, that for every show, you get a poster. At least, every show I have ever been to has given one out. They also do this strange thing where there is a basket of red apples at the entrance. I don’t know the history of the apples, but they are always there. I do know the history of the posters, as any search on eBay will show you, it’s just something that is done at all shows. This show, no poster!

I don’t get it, I bought these tickets months ago, it is not as if they did not have time to get them printed. At the very least, an explanation was in order. I suspect they knew they fucked up, cause they had a huge box of make-up that you could rifle through instead. I can see what they were up to, they wanted to make it seem like the make-up was a plan, when in fact it was a quick cover up. (Damn those puns) In no way was this make-up marked “Liz Phair”, it was just some off brand junk, no reason for me to give a shit.

I want my poster, boo hoo. Bring on the hate email and comments!