REVIEWS San Francisco '03
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Francisco, CA - Warfield Theatre:
3rd September 2003
Review
by 'M'
Ever
get the feeling someone loves you?
That
feeling was in the air at the Warfield Theater Wednesday night as the Sex Pistols
played a veritable Lovefest 2003. Yes, it's been a long, fucked-up road since
Winterland '78, both for the Pistols and San Francisco, but reconciliation can
be a powerful thing - and who better to exemplify that than Mr. Rotten himself.
From
the moment the lights went down and the four warriors hit the stage, we knew we
were in for something unique; this was a far cry from their impersonal arena tour
of '96. This was the real deal, the in-your-face experience that made the early
Pistols shows the dynamic events that they truly were. "Don't you dare spit
on me, you losers," Johnny taunted some overeager fans near the front of
the stage as he took his position. Ahhh... it was good to hear his voice again.
Just then the band ripped into Bodies, and the place went wild. I'm talking
insane, but it wasn't your standard "hey, it's a punk show, let's cause trouble"
type of vibe; it was a wave of sheer joy that swept over the crowd, as if we were
welcoming back our long-lost brothers after years of exile, a roar of approval
that said "Hey, welcome back, ya bastards. We missed you."
And
miss them we truly did. It was a wave of love that swept the theater, a love for
the band that San Francisco fans had kept alive and burning over the years, despite
the naysayers, and had kept ever faithful to because, dammit, we got it, we understood
it, and it was 100% obvious to anyone who stood in the theater that night. The
band picked up on that vibe immediately and reflected back that same love - the
Pistols just love an audience that gets it - and rewarded us by putting on an
unforgettable show filled with mutual respect and admiration.
Johnny,
for instance, was in his pure form. Twenty seven years of being the most misunderstood
figure in rock 'n roll should make a man extremely bitter, but there was no bitterness
here - no mocking of the people standing in the back, or of those sitting up in
the balcony as he had done at previous PIL gigs. He had only love and respect
for this crowd, whether it was constantly low-fiving the people crammed up against
the front stage barrier or pointing up to the balcony crowd (most of whom were
all on their feet waving and rocking out as hard as the fans down on the floor)
and saying "thank you" with wide, appreciative eyes. He reaffirmed his
appreciation by holding up a mysterious white binder with The Book of War written
across it in black marker and saying, with a smile, "This is the book of
Warfield tonight!" Yes, it was obvious. The ghosts of Winterland were long
gone and, standing there amidst all that love, one couldn't help but wonder if
it had all really happened in the first place.
But
the most startling display of respect came not from the crowd, but from onstage,
within the band itself. The four bitter kids who hated each others guts - and
were egged on in their hatred by inept svengali Malcolm Mclaren - are middle-aged
men now, and in their older, wiser state they seem to have developed a profound
respect and understanding for one another; they had, after all, sacrificed a part
of thier youth to change the world, and in doing so they unwittingly developed
a bond that is unique only to the four of them, a bond they will carry with them
the rest of their lives. And we couldn't help but notice, as we stood there watching,
that that bond had also developed into a unique friendship, a camaraderie, an
idea that would have seemed impossible ten or fifteen years ago. The most obvious
example of this came in the onstage dynamic between John and Glen, two old dragons
from the past who were the bitterest of enemies and who we were sure would never
see eye to eye on anything, much less ever be seen in the same room together -
yet there they were, two ex-rivals sharing the stage and having the time of their
lives, with John occasionally throwing Glen goofy glances, or staggering over
to him during guitar solos, and Glen looking up at John, grinning and laughing
back, giving hope to the rest of us that someday we, too, will be able to sit
down with our bitterest of enemies, have a drink and say, with all honesty, that
all is forgiven.
Then
there was Steve - Steve is always a pleasure to watch because he always seems
happiest when he is with the Sex Pistols. Steve was the first one to come back
out onstage during the encore, and for a brief moment he stood there alone with
a spotlight on him, his arms raised in triumph as the crowd cheered him on. Then
John came out and stood next to him. "This is the number one guitar god right
here, in case you didn't know," John said as the crowd roared its approval.
"We're not worthy!" he continued praising, making the bow-down gesture.
John then informed us that it was Steve's birthday. "He looks good for 21,
doesn't he?" he asked before leading the crowd in a sloppy rendition of "Happy
Birthday". Then, in the most touching moment of the night, John turned to
him and said, "Happy birthday, Steve. God bless," with the air of two
drinking buddies who had weathered the storms of many successes and failures over
the years, and had both grown wiser as a result.
And
of course Paul, good old Paul, watching over the proceedings like a silent sentinel
from behind his drumkit, keeping everything together and driving it forward, as
loyal and dependable as ever, secure yet never arrogant in his place as the foundation
of one of the most important bands in rock 'n' roll history. Yes, the Pistols
have definitely developed into the band that they were meant to be from the very
beginning, and both the band and the crowd were loving it. "But do you really
fucking mean it?" John taunted during the sing-along to Anarchy In The
U.K. The crowd roared its response. "Well, I believe you do really fucking
mean it!"
Of
course, this being a Pistols gig, there were a few incidents. The funniest moment
occurred near the end of Anarchy, when a fan near the front of the stage
chucked a plastic water bottle squarely at John's chest. John was mock-appalled,
and immediately threw up a challenge. "How dare you throw that bottle at
me!" he said, spitting in the culprit's general direction. "Come on
up here and try that again." The culprit wouldn't, so John began pointing
at him, chanting "Wanker, wanker," over and over again, which got the
entire theater chanting "Wanker! Wanker! Wanker!" The wanker tried to
hide in the crowd, but John kept pointing him out, saying "You! You're out
of here!" The crowd cheered as security ejected him from the theater. "This
next song is for people like him," John said as the band launched into the
final number, Problems.
This
had been an excellent gig, Johnny knew, and he spent most of the closing number
showing his appreciation by giving as many low-fives and bow-downs to the crowd
as possible. When the song was over, the band convened at the front of the stage
to take a few bows and wave 'bye' to the crowd. "Thank you, San Francisco!"
said John. "You've been the best crowd yet!" (John reinforced that statement
the very next night on the Jimmy Kimmel show, where he took a moment to look at
the camera and say "By the way, thank you, San Francisco. You really did
us good.") John lingered a bit onstage after the band had left, still showing
his appreciation by waving to as many fans as possible. Feel the love, baby!
As
the lights came on and the crowd filed out of the Warfield and onto Market St.,
there seemed to be a quiet, subdued air over everyone, as if we were all still
going over in our minds what we had just witnessed: the eternal band playing the
eternal gig. They are, after all, the band we grew up listening to, the band we
cut our teeth on, and, to some extent, the band that helped us shape our world
view. They are our brothers, and we'll miss them.
Rock
on, Pistols. 'Til next time....
Review
by Gil Warguez
"You're the best crowd yet!" (Johnny
Rotten)
It's
been 25 years since the Sex Pistols played in San Francisco (the Filthy Lucre
Tour show I attended in the Bay Area was actually in Mountain View, about a 45-minute
drive south of SF). The Warfield is an old theater with a capacity of about 2,000,
so it's less than half the size of Winterland (5,400 cap). The Pistols hit the
stage at around 9:40 with Johnny wearing a maroon/yellow "Sex Pistols (Biohazard
symbol) America" sleeveless t-shirt and yellow pants, Steve in a Seditionaries/SEX
repro "You're Gonna Wake Up...+ Nude Boy" t-shirt, Glen in the skull
and cross/swordbones t-shirt, and Paul in a pink t-shirt. Johnny first asked the
audience, "Do you want a banana?", then tossed one into the crowd. He
opened his "Book (Binder) of War" (which he later referred to as the
"Book of Warfield"), and the band launched into Bodies.They were
in excellent form tonight (only Paul showed up for sound check), and the only
song I noticed that Johnny had a bit of trouble with was EMI. Steve faced
the crowd most of the time, only turning his back occasionally to face Paul. Glen
joined in with Steve at one point to face Paul.
During
New York, after the final "Well, kiss this!", Johnny partially
lifted his shirt and patted his belly. Throughout, Johnny was very animated and
playful. Banter included rants against record labels, telling the audience members
that they too can form their own band. Johnny asked, "If I'm the grandfather
of punk, does that mean that Ozzy Osbourne is my son?", then proceeded to
make a crack about Kelly Osbourne being considered "a punk." Prior to
either Holidays In The Sun or No Fun,Johnny started mock-singing,
"If you're going to San Francisco, remember to wear some flowers in your
hair..."
For the encore, when the band re-took the stage, Johnny informed the audience,
"Today is Steve's birthday" and led the crowd into a "Happy Birthday
to You" sing-a-long, with Steve smiling in appreciation. Johnny then turned
to Steve and said, "God bless you, Steve. Looking good for 21!" The
band went into a rousing performance of Anarchy In The UK/USA. When JR
heard the crowd sing the final "I wanna be anarchy!", Johnny asked,
"Do you mean it?" After the crowd responded by singing "I wanna
be anarchy!" as loudly as they could, Johnny commented, "I think you
mean it!". Following Anarchy, someone in the pit threw a nearly full
bottle of water at Johnny. Unpleased (to put it mildly), Johnny reprimanded the
malcontent, "Come here! You're going home!" and led the crowd into a
"Wanker! Wanker!" chant, until security removed the "hippy"
(as Johnny called him). "I've got a song about people like him," Johnny
added, before the band ended the set with Problems. The crowd was very
responsive during the entire set, and Johnny said he appreciated it. In fact,
Johnny remarked, "You're the best crowd yet!"
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