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granada theater

reviews/comments

from layne smith:

in my opinion it was a very great show. slight crowd noise was present more so during the first several songs but after a short time it basically ceased. there's always gonna be some douche who feels he HAS to scream during the quiet parts of a song... what can you do? also, another douche had his friends "attempt" to hoist him up so he could wave a scottish flag... this didn't last long.

sound in the venue was incredible to say the least. the only thing i was slightly disappointed in was the lack of interaction between the band and the crowd. the only time stuart ever said anything besides "thank you" was when they messed up at the beginning of jim morrison. they encored with an extremely loud version of we're no here.

from ryan field:

there was a guy waving a scottish flag around during 'scotland's shame'. 'jim morrison' was restarted just before the drums come in because they goofed it up.

photos

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mogwai's us tour diary

from mogwai.co.uk:

we arrive in dallas to the natural symphony of hot storm rain on our pale island skin. the hurricane is flirting with us but isn’t really up for going all the way. we find out that one of the guys who works here as crew was there when dimebag darrell from pantera was shot dead at a concert in ohio. indeed this guy we met was shot 4 times in the leg too but survived. a legend no less. the theatre we play is old and has just been bought over a year ago by new folk who are extremely nice, good luck to them. i hear it was a porn cinema for 3 months too, by the way. we go and get some breakfast at what is supposed to be a legendary burger joint where i opt for coffee (which comes tepid) instead of the “cheeseburger salad” (???) and the rest of the boys get stuff they don’t like either, all served lukewarm. so i get dropped off at the hotel and i’m told i can go for a swim there so i get my trunks on and walk down to the “pool”. it’s shaped like a brand new avant garde letter of the alphabet and is thus completely useless for swimming in so i mope back up to the room, get washed and wait until i can get a lift back to the venue. we soundcheck and do the usual stroke inducing boring wait for the show to begin. i am having trouble remembering if this was a good gig or not…..did someone stagedive? i think they might have (i write this stuff a good few days after the event and my memory has more holes in it than cummings’ and braithwaite’s jeans combined). so, the wind picks up a little and we get on our merry way to the wonderment of atlanta, georgia. it’s a long drive but patrick bane, our super-driver will get us into atlanta by 2 or 3 pm tomorrow.