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Hot Live Guys at the Royal Albert Arms, Winnipeg

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Hot Live Guys at the Royal Albert, Winnipeg, Dec 23 2009. Tammy Kimmel photo.

Review and photos - Hot Live Guys at the Royal Albert Arms, Winnipeg, Dec 23 2009

– by Eugene Osudar/photos by Tammy Kimmel

sad endings and
happy beginnings

www.myspace.com/hotliveguys

i am told
Kids On Fire
were oh-so hot
so very tight
flaming it their first
time on stage

where to go
from this
the
incendiary
place

the rock n roll
cauldron

witch’s brew
hot bitch stew

from the hottest
place to be

these glorious
hot live guys
these bastards
of young

just ask
The Replacements

what it means
to be greatER
and not to be
greatly appreciated
until you’re
gonER

packed solid
Royal Albert
Arms
for the last
time ever
The Hot Live Guys
selling it out
blazing it
never again

don’t wait ten years
for the reunion
show

bring back
the no mercy
rock n rule
two years down
the line

Kids On Fire
i’ll have to feel you
for myself

my sources
Darwin of Subcity
and
The Crooked Brothers

and Jay
he who organizes
Winnipeg’s
Skate 4 Cancer

unimpeachable
so from the ashes,
of yet another
burned/out
great Winnipeg
band

The Scene
in Canada

rises
Kids
On
Fire

i saw a kid
he was writhing
on the stairs
to the stage,
head banging,
possessed by

Julian
Von Bargen’s power
scream overdrive

Sterling Stardom’s
banging thunder
cymbal sticks,
venomous
snake bite
snares

Kurtis Wittmier’s
night terror
dream within dream
within dream
bass
jumping it
from the drum stand
back
flipped
to the beer
soaked slick
floor

and The Maniac
of (dis)possessed
rock n roll
maniacs
(Joe Warkentin)
came down
to the writhing kid

Joe fell to his knees
banging his head too
with the writhing kid
praying and thanking
this bastard of young

and Joe took
the kid’s head and held
him
there

this is the last time

head to head
banging it
writhing it
praying it

and when Joe let go
the kid rose up
and his t/shirt
caught my eye
held my heart

(still)

The Quiffs

(crushed)

my favorite band
when i returned
in the summer of
2004
Erica was there
last night too

the lead singer
of The Quiffs

she’s rocks harder
than any man
can

(period)

now,
i’m listening to the last
(feeling
the amazing rush)
Hot Live Guys
CD

External Culture
for
Internal Barbarians

and i’m moving here
in my writer’s
chair
as i stare
into the nothingness
of letters
flowing
onto screen

what can i write?
there was no set list
okay there were
several set lists

but they didn’t make it
through the 65 minute set

not a one survived
the carnage
the rage inside
The Albert

just before xmas

they were torn apart
shredded and drenched
blurred
by the beer soaked stage
rolling bodies on the stage
there’s rage in the machine

65 minutes

no encores
just broken
hearts
holy tears

gut shot
doubled over
dry heaves

Joe’s on the stage
spent
done

get up and gut up
there are more songs
to breathe
from your dragon soul
fires

65 minutes

the perfect set time
length

born from my first
ever concert
Elvis Costello
and The Attractions
in November
1978
at the Playhouse

65 perfect minutes

there were too many
people at the Albert
for Joe
to smash land
safely into crowd

there had to be blood
and bruises
there had to be broken
bones
broken beer bottles
broken phones
gut groans and sweat moans
of the crush
to the stage
ribs breaking
faces aching
fancy fists
lips kissed joy
smiles
and the lifting

Joe body surfs
into the mayhem
carried by raging waves
as he plays

i joked about decapitations
and blood
and another beautiful
ana (are all anatasia’s so beautiful?)
joked about live goat
sacrifices on stage

the mosh pit
was Furious

ana from The Angry Dragons
knows i write
this guuetrsnipe
trash
can
poetry

disposable
hip hop
rants

her eyes
wide
she yells
over the furious over
drive
vocals
screaming
thunder
feedback groaning
guitars
ecstatic lightning
lead guitar
lines,

Bob Stinson
smiles in the room,
i feel his presence
Bastards Of Young!

The Hot Live Guys are better than
anything you have
Vancouver
Toronto
Montreal
Holy and Fark you
too!

i feel sorry for you.
in your pitiful
bored rooms

come quick

to the minus 40
and feel the rolling
doom
spilling thunder squall
snow beer blizzard
frigid spit, heat soul tears
burning sweat bombs
licking eyes like
acid waterfalls.

Winnipeg
is the Nuclear
ice age
plain

ana yells,
“I have some great shots!
from the pit.
i took punches to the head,
there’s beer all over
me.”

Joe flies
and charges
and he rolls
blindly
into the chaos
and back flip
rolls
on the PA
back to the stage

legs splayed
and he snakes
slithers
down
the stairs

we’re moving as One

Winnipeg United
this is the football
club
i am proud
to be part of
Love of

rock n roll
indie punk
style

Julian says
he’s found Jesus
that rock n roll
needs to be sworn off
so F#ck you
i yell/

it’s all a joke.

The Hot Live Guys
aren’t
calling it quits.

they’re signing a million dollar deal
and taking Britain
and the USA by storm.
they’re invited to lunch
with President Obama
and
Werner Herzog
wants to make a documentary
called
Glory Hole Bang Bang.

it’s a dream.

all a dream.

i’m here
writing
this in a dream.

wake me up.

now.

please.

don’t say it’s over

first, The Quiffs

now, The Hot Live Guys

you’re still here.

in my heart.
always.
i’ll never forget
you,

Joe,
the time
you sealed it for me

it was at The Albert
there were so few people there
no record execs
that’s for sure
but you were on stage
and you saw three tables
all in a row
five feet from the stage
and there you were

in the moment
possessed
and you

took off
you jumped
for those tables
guitar on your belly
your body twisted
and turned
as you landed
on those tables,

i could feel
your ribs
your spine
your aching synapses
screaming Fuck You!

and you crashed
back
to the hard
wood

and for a moment
time
stood still

you didn’t move

the band played on

and then
your fingers
resumed
playing

you didn’t move quick
you hurt yourself

for no one really

just us.

that’s why i Loved
you
from that moment.

The Hot Live Guys.
the hottest live band
this city
has ever seen.

you are
(were)
our Monotonix
only
your songs are way better.

Joe stands
on the monitor
board
he’s just above
me,
i turn my head
for a fraction of
an of
and
there’s a blur
and bang
and Kelly and Ruth
have been hit

Joe jumps into us
i didn’t see him
coming
and his guitar
neck
nearly decapitates
Ruth.

she’s checking her temple
not once not twice
like four, five times
for blood
she’s stunned

Joe’s sorry
he’s on his knees
he takes her head
and apologizes

this isn’t a dream
it’s really over

he holds her
“i’m sorry.”

this is the mayhem.
this is the danger.

The Hot Live Guys
are no more
it’s all safe again

to be part of an audience

until,

the next band
Joe’s
in!

now
that
‘s
rock n roll

punk style.

The Hot Live Guys
The Albert
December 23rd.

Hot Live Guys photo

Hot Live Guys at the Royal Albert, Winnipeg, Dec 23 2009. Tammy Kimmel photo.

Hot Live Guys photo

Hot Live Guys at the Royal Albert, Winnipeg, Dec 23 2009. Tammy Kimmel photo.

Hot Live Guys Winnipeg

Hot Live Guys at the Royal Albert Arms, Winnipeg, Dec 23 2009. Tammy Kimmel photo.

About Eugene Osudar

“born, august 16, 1963. i’m 45, and yes, i’m getting too old for this. bring out the rocking chair. my first concert, november 1978, elvis costello and the attractions. i was 15. their blisteringly brilliant 65 minute set only served somebody to affirm my new direction in the musical parallel universes, new wave punk alternative, oh sanctity oh celebration (!Freedom!) college radio! i’m old, i’m used up and i’m free. i see 50something Full sets of music every month and dance most of them. and when i dance, i mean to say, I Dance and Celebrate, 2/3/4 hours a night. The Gaslight Anthem. The Boss. The Weber Brothers. The Wind Ups. i’ll dance with Los Campesinos. i’ll move to The Long Winters. The Replacements. Husker Du. The Pogues. oh elvis costello, oh Clash! i could go/go/go Gogol Bordello forever. L(eonard) Cohen. come, Dance With Me (Old 97s) wherever you may be, sincerely, eugene
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