One of the best Fishbone shows I have seen. it was fun seeing them somewhere
besides LA
set list for charelston show:

sunless saturday
bonin in the boneyard
aids and armageddon
I wish I had a date
all kept startin
lyin ass bitch
just allow
if I were a Id...
Karma tsunami
Monkey Dick
deep inside
behavior control tech
when problems arise
the suffering
cholly
*MaddVibe-my favorite nigger
whered you get those pants
housework
ma and pa
skanking to the beat
beergut
subliminal facism
encore
im a weed plant Angelo Spacey duo, backup vocals by walt and norwood
one planet people
party at ground zero
encore
shakey ground
freddies dead (at this point half of the audience was on stage)
swim

I was also there, drove up from Jacksonville, FL. You stole my thunder a
little with the setlist. I guess I wasn't the only one silly enough to write
it down. But hey, it helps me relive some of the highlights of the show. I
agree with you about the energy and sound of the show. I don't get the
chance to see them often, but it was the best I've ever seen them. The crowd
wasn't big, but they all seemed to enjoy themselves. If I'd have known what
you looked like, I'd have said hello at least. I think I was the only one
there with a Fishbone tee. The club let me set in on their soundcheck, and
neither the employees or the band minded at all. Got an extra 90 minutes of
the bone for no extra charge. Songs covered there, as I recall, included:
Subliminal Fascism, Dear God, Everybody Is a Star, Naztee Mayen, and some
unnamed heavy as hell ska, funk-metal number that I know Spacey was just
lovin. Angelo was directing traffic over the whole event, but not in a
domineering sort of way. He seems like the ultimate professional when it
comes to his art. He even moved John out of the way and pounded the drums
for about 10 minutes. I knew I shoulda brought my camcorder. They wouldn't
have minded a bit. Also got to spend about 30 minutes outside the club with
Angelo, just talking like we've known each other for years. Though I've met
him twice before, this was different. I basically had his undivided
attention, and vice versa, for 1/2 an hour. It was intense, but not in an
intimidating sort of way. This would never happen with any other performer
you could probably ever meet. We talked about plenty other than music, and
it was something I'll never forget. I have now met all the current band
members and like them all, but Angelo is the shit. He made my night.
Angelo, Wood, and John McKnight all came out and mingled after the show,
after playing for 21/2 to 3 hours. Walt and Spacey never made it out. Wood
was his usual friendly, goofy self, and all 3 were willing to sign whatever
you asked, even shirt covered breasts. Oh, before I forget, for all you
hockey fans out there, McKnight sported a kick ass dark green Dallas Stars
jersey. Outside of the Penguins, they are my adopted favorite hockey team..
Great looking jersey. Sorry for the length of this, but I thought it was
worth sharing. Great, great show. I'm glad I didn't talk myself out of
going.

byron( wish I'd made it to the Wilmington show ) meador

I took a road trip to Charleston this past weekend to hang out and
check out the Fishbone Show as well. You've all had a rundown of the
show already, so I'll refrain from long winded specifics. Suffice to
say it was a good show. Unfortunately I had to cut out at the
beginning of the first encore because of other obligations, so I
missed the end. Does anyone know who the opening band was? I really
enjoyed them; a buncha kids playing good old fashioned hardcore circa
Minor Threat/Op Ivy/Dag Nasty style. I didn't expect to like them
and was pleasantly surprised.
The crowd was fun (it's always the crowd with me). The pit was small,
but very "fishboney". By that I mean friendly; physical but not
violent. Unfortunately for the time I was at the show there was no
real surfing, and they seemed to be tossing out divers so I didn't
get my full-on Fishbone experience.
The band sounded great, and really seemed to be enjoying themselves
(until the divers got thrown out; Angelo seemed pretty pissed about
that, and let the club know).
All in all, a very good show. I was surprised they opened with
Sunless Saturday, and also surprised at all the older material they
played.

For all you bored people, here's an interesting story (that has
nothing to do with Fishbone) for you:

My fiance and I bought tickets for a Charleston "Ghost Tour" on
Friday nite. A Ghost Tour is a guided walking tour around historic
Charleston. The guide relates city history and tells stories about
supposed ghost encounters (mostly confederate) in areas of the city.
We were supposed to meet the tour guide at 9:30 pm at the gates to a
small park located in the center of the town. We got to the gates at
9:10 and hung around until about 9:35 with no luck. Being a weekend
night there were a lot of kids milling around inside the park itself,
but we never saw any organized attempt at collecting people for a
tour.
We wandered back to the ticket office and were told that not one but
TWO groups had already organized and left. They were groups of at
least 20 people apiece, so I'm still confused as to how we missed
them. One of the other guides, a great guy named Ian, walked with us
back to the park to look for other stragglers. We found just one
other couple that had missed the groups as well (turns out they'd
been sitting beside us waiting earlier). Ironically the couple was
from Athens GA (college kids); Chris and Amy. Ian decided to take
the four of us on our own tour since we'd missed so much of
the 'official' tour.
We followed him all around the city, to ancient buildings and
cemetaries, and listened to his stories. He himself turned out to be
an interesting fellow, as he's originally from Barbados and came to
Charleston from Los Angeles because of his interest in Barbadian
history with the port city.
Anyway, we wound up back by the park we'd started at around 11:15pm.
We leaned up against the gates of the park and listened to him tell
his last story. Chris took a seat on the ground next to me.
As Ian approached the climax to his last ghost story Chris put his
head down near his knees. Both Ian and I were about to make a joke
about the scary stories putting Chris to sleep when he slumped over
against my leg. His girlfriend Amy started screaming, and Ian and I
rolled chris over to find his skin a pasty greenish-white, his eyes
rolled all the way up into his head, and his arms and hands bunched
up against his chest in a sort of seizure rictus. He wasn't breathing.
While his girlfriend and my fiance sort of ran around in a panic Ian
screamed for someone to call 911 and began giving Chris CPR. I
snapped out of my initial haze, grabbed my cell phone and called 911
myself. I quickly found it frustrating trying to give the operator
our location given the fact that I wasn't a local and we were on a
cobblestone street with no streetsigns to be found. I instead gave
landmarks (of which I had plenty to choose).
Meanwhile Ian was still performing CPR on Chris and shouting that he
was getting no response from him.
I'm unsure of how much time elapsed, but just as we heard the sirens
of the Ambulance and police Chris popped back into being as if
someone had flipped a switch. The color flooded back into his face
and his entire body broke out into a sweat. He was confused, not
remembering what had happened after sitting down. He said that he'd
sat on the ground because he'd 'felt funny', and the next thing he
knew Ian was a little closer to him that he'd prefer. We made him
stay lying on the ground while the ambulance maneuvered to us. He
continued to nervously tell jokes and laugh while laying there,
obviously freaked out.
From the questions the paramedics asked I learned that Chris had not
been drinking that day (or doing drugs), which I believed because of
my interaction with him over the nearly two hour tour. He had no
history of seizures or epilepsy in his family, and had never
experienced such a thing before. The paramedics seemed skeptical of
Ians assertion that Chris had stopped breathing altogether, but both
he and I know that was the case. Ultimately they loaded Chris into
the ambulance and took him and his completely freaked out girlfriend
to the hospital.
Ian, my fiance and I stood on the street for a moment, shocked and
flustered, coming down from the panic and crisis of the moment. We
then did what anyone would do after such an occurance; we headed to
the closest bar.
We spent the rest of the night talking; about the situation that had
occurred and just getting to know one another. Ian and my fiance
were both really wigged about what had happened. As another ironic
twist Ian turned out to be a Fishbone fan who already had purchased
his ticket to the saturday night show.

It was an interesting way to make a connection, and will be a night
I'll never forget.

peace

josefek