We met up at the Summer Place, a divey bar a couple of blocks from the Nob Hill Masonic Center, which hosts music shows when the #Illuminati aren't in there doing up the New World Order. The Summer Place looked like a Halloween party where a bunch of middle aged people were dressed up as record store clerks in 1988. Someone put some Replacements songs on the jukebox which felt a little too much like wearing a band's t-shirt to that band's show to me but hey it's a free country.
It was my first time at the NHMC. Nice room, good sound, all that stuff. John Doe was opening and I know he's a legendary figure in punk history and blah blah blah but all his songs sounded like a truck commercial.
The crowd was so fucking great because I finally WASN'T THE OLDEST PERSON AT THE SHOW. It was so dadcore that it made other shows look like day care. A sea of salt and pepper bobbing along to songs that were fleetingly popular when cigarettes cost 99 cents and Barack Obama was bogarting joints at Harvard Law. My people had been summoned home. Look, everybody, I can still fit into my Descendents shirt!
The band was great, of course. I'm 6'4" and am used to having no trouble seeing at shows. Hilariously, just as they started, a guy even taller than me came and stood right in front of me.
The Replacements used to be famous for their shambling, insanely drunk shows. At their advanced age, they can't really drink three 40's of Mickey's and then play anything resembling a coherent show, so instead they just pretended to be drunk. At least that's what Stephen thought. Who knows?
Here's the setlist, or at least the closest approximation that Setlist.fm users have cobbled together. They played pretty much everything you wanted to hear. "I Will Dare" was messy and fun. Paul Westerberg forgot most of the words to "Bastards of Young." I loved the cover of "20th Century Boy" because it's objectively one of the best rock songs of all time so how could you not. I left shortly before the end so I missed the last 2 or 3 songs but I have to get up at 5:40 in the morning so give me a break.
It was a fucking blast. Now that the Pixies, Pavement, and The Replacements have all played reunion shows, all I need is for the Smiths and Jason & the Scorchers to get back together and my whole record collection from high school will be complete. OLD N PROUD.
(Oh, one note - they close the bar apparently at 10:15 or so. Why you gotta do that to me, NHMC? There was a lot more music left!)