You heard it here first, kids… Resonator, in various incarnations, spent the weekend with Patrick Wolf– a glorious, musically perfect, truly unique weekend– and we’re going to have a ton of photos, an interview, and reviews for you really really soon. But before we clean up all of our pictures and get all of our videos into QuickTime, we wanted to be the first to tell you about the MisShapes show…
Basically, you won’t be seeing Zach, the drummer, the next time you see Patrick and Co. While a very inebriated and salacious (but still absolutely spot-on) Patrick took to the audience and was lost in a tight knit crowd of sweaty, euphoric hipster boys during “Bloodbeat”, Zach sort of forgot to play the drums… or how to stay conscious. Upon discovering that his drummer didn’t share the same iron clad ability to perform no matter what his blood alcohol content, Patrick had to slap him awake. Hard. It took quite a few hits before Zach came around, and finally, when Patrick was convinced he couldn’t play, he was sent off stage (though not before having been slapped by our dear violin player whose name escapes me at the moment and having Patrick bash him in the head with the high hat, stand and all).
Let me just say for those who only saw the MisShapes show– Patrick was the MODEL of sobriety at Studio B, as was every other member of the band. Going on at 1:30, jetlagged, and having obviously been plied with a LOT of alcohol (and, if Patrick’s asides toward his drummer were more than disparaging fury, other things as well) from the MisShapes crew certainly changed the atmosphere of Patrick’s performance but it in no way altered the quality of the performance he put on.
Friday night was the sort of evening where you’d imagine spending the next day waking up in the early afternoon, throwing on a sundress, a smear of iridescent glitter, and heading to the park with a copy of Leaves of Grass to read aloud in between making out on a blanket with someone you’ve just recently realized you love. Saturday, on the other hand, was the sort of event so tinged with danger, sweat, and seediness that you’d more likely wake up at 4 pm the next day, still wearing strategically ripped fishnets, swishing your mouth out with the last shot of Stoli, and stumbling to the bathroom mirror to sort out which purple blooms on your thighs and hipbones are bitemarks and which are makeup someone else was wearing the night before.
Either way, you’ve got the makings of waking up in one hell of a Magic Position.
(STAY TUNED, KIDS! We’ve got a LOT of Wolfy pics, exclusive videos, and reviews of two of the worst opening acts EVER!)
That drummer was not in an *alcoholic* stupor. He’d just shot up (Patrick even said it aloud - “I think my drummer just took some smack.”) And that whole creepy “Caaaaan.. somebody… please… give me… something” when Zach actually spoke. Did you not see him bleeding from the hole in his arm as the bouncer dragged him out?
Oy.
I’m pretty sure that Patrick was joking when he said that… After all, when Zach came back on stage, he yelled after him “And don’t do so much coke!” The smack thing was said pretty winkingly.
And as far as a bleeding hole in his arm, it’s more likely to be a gash from a cymbal than a hole in his arm from shooting up if it was visible.
The most memorable performance I’ve seen in New York in a very long time. Patrick managed to stumble perfectly into and out of every old-school cryptohomorocker cliche in just one hour!
For all that went wrong, the boy can carry a tune effortlessly in three or four octaves. He can even hit his mark while scraping himself off the dancefloor. He was obviously a bit flustered after having just bitch-slapped then assaulted his drummer with his own drums before a stunned audience; but the kids were happy and ready to see the show go on. New Yorkers always admire a quick recovery from ugliness. It ended very well, I think.
As far as I know Patrick wasn’t joking about the smack… sadly I know what heroin stupor looks like from seeing too many friends go down that path. I overheard one of the misshapes complaining about it afterwards to his friends too, the male one with black hair who helped drag zach offstage.
You don’t get into that kind of a stupor with Cocaine in itself, cocaine makes ppl hyperactive or aggressive, I can’t imagine a drunk person or especially a coked out person reacting so slowly and dazed by being smacked up the head can you?
Coked out people and drunks do not warble “can somebody pleeeaase get me something?” The drummer said that himself into the mic before he got thrown off, and only junkies will publicly beg “can somebody please get me something?”
I’m pretty sure he was asking for something to “clean him up,” which would definitely be blow… And it’s not at all unlikely that one can pass out on cocaine and alcohol or just alcohol alone. In any case, whether he did smack or cocaine or both, he was definitely drinking, and he was most certainly NOT shooting up on stage.
Also– whatever the guy was on, I have absolutely no intention of putting officially in something on this site that anyone was doing a drug I didn’t see them doing or perpetuating rumors about people doing anything on stage when they didn’t. It seems likely that the guy had done more than have a few beers, but I’ll leave the speculation to sites like fashionista.