Venue: Aqualung
Location: Madrid, Spain
Hole Lineup: Courtney Love (Guitar/Vocals), Eric Erlandson (Guitar), Melissa Auf der Maur (Bass/Background Vocals), and Patty Schemel (Drums).
CL: Hola.
Audience screams.
-PLUMP
-BEAUTIFUL SON
CL: Thank you.
CL: Shh.
-MISS WORLD
-DROWN SODA
CL: I think Eddie Vedder’s Spanish. They all look like little Eddie Vedders out there.
Audience cheers.
CL: It’s not a compliment! Ah, well, it sort of is…
CL: Kiss my ass.
Audience screams.
-JENNIFER’S BODY
Guy in Crowd: Take off your gown, motherfucker! Be like the world!
CL: That’s Melissa Auf der Maur.
Audience cheers.
CL: LOUDER!
Audience cheers louder.
-ASKING FOR IT
Guy in Crowd: We love you!
CL: What?
Guy in Crowd: We love you, Courtney!
CL: Thanks. Gracias.
-GUTLESS
-IMPROV (EVERYONE’S COMING HOME)
Eric plays the riff to Gary Numan’s Cars.
CL: Not even. I like this dress.
CL: Where…why aren’t there any girls?
Audience screams.
CL: Oh, there’s ten. Is it ’cause you guys pinch their butts and stuff?
Guy in Crowd: We fuck them!
-SOFTER, SOFTEST
Girl in Crowd: She wants some meat!
-HEY JUDE (CHORUS)
CL: That’s Kurt’s favorite song…except for Highway to Hell. He liked that one.
-HEY JUDE (CHORUS) (RESUMES)
Courtney laughs.
CL: What a fucker.
-I THINK THAT I WOULD DIE
-JUST DO IT (BLACK DAY)
-BEST SUNDAY DRESS
-WHOSE PORNO YOU BURN (BLACK)
Audience starts chanting “Courtney.”
CL: (Singing) Linger on, your pale blue eyes. Linger on, your pale blue eyes.
CL: (To Eric) It’s two chords – why can’t you play it? Play it. It’s a fucking…who..who can’t play a Velvet Underground song?
Opening chords to Pale Blue Eyes.
CL: That’s it. I forgot the words. Go, go, go.
Courtney starts singing, improvising her own lyrics, except the chorus.
-FORGET YOU/PALE BLUE EYES
CL: That was an old new R.E.M. song.
CL: I don’t smoke pot…oh, I know someone who does.
CL: Thanks for the gesture.
CL: Did you lace that joint with PCP – oh, you don’t have PCP in Spain, right? I only sniff glue. Anyone got some glue? I’ll sniff it. (Laughs)
Guy in Crowd: ??
CL: He only fucks rock stars.
CL: Are you pregnant? I heard you were pregnant.
Guy in Crowd: Agua.
CL: Agua.
-PRETTY ON THE INSIDE
CL: This is not 1977 – if you do that again, we will walk off stage, I swear to God.
-CREDIT IN THE STRAIGHT WORLD
Audience starts chanting.
CL: That little shit that spit on me – you do it again, I fucking…I’ll walk off this fucking stage. I swear to fucking God. I’m not a boy, I can’t jump out there, you’ll take off my fucking clothes. Fuck you, you’re not allowed to spit on girls. That’s the rule. Fuck you.
Girl in Crowd: She wants some meat!
CL: You don’t have to show me your Kurt shirts. I know the guy, ok. It’s ok…I…I know what he looks like. I don’t want it, I know him! We have a baby. Why do you bring your Kurt shirt to every show? What, you think we’re gonna play Teen Spirit? We’re not gonna play Teen Spirit, so you can leave. Oh, do you want to just get me depressed? I’m already depressed, don’t worry about it.
Audience starts chanting.
Opening chords to HUNGRY LIKE THE WOLF.
CL: (Singing) Down in the city, night is alive…
CL: Oh, shut up. I don’t think Duran Duran was ever really big in Spain, Eric. Were Duran Duran big in Spain?
Audience cheers.
CL: Liars! They were too – yeah, and you were there. Fuego?
CL: What do you want? You want my arms, my fucking fingers? What do you want?
-TEENAGE WHORE
CL: The reviewer in Barcelona said my butt was big. I might have fat legs, but I don’t have a fat butt, you stupid bitch. I’d like to fucking see your fucking butt. She probably likes Kenny G. Who is this bitch in Barcelona? Just her eyes – these glaring, nasty, bitchy, c*nty eyes. What’s her name?
Audience: ??
CL: Oh, I thought you were telling me her name. I can’t play that song anymore.
Guy in Crowd: They want some meat! They want some meat!
-DOLL PARTS
Girl in Crowd: She wants some meat!
CL: What?
CL: I just wanted Peter to know how good I can pitch.
-VIOLET
CL: This is a new song.
-SUGAR COMA
CL: Adios.
(Cut)
CL: We don’t like drum machines.
Audience cheers.
CL: Then go fuck off to a Nine Inch Nails show, you shit, if you like drum machines so fucking much.
-HE HIT ME (AND IT FELT LIKE A KISS)
CL: Eric, do you want to do Old Age? No?
Guy in Crowd: Rock Star!
CL: I wrote this song with my husband.
Audience cheers.
CL: Are you ready?
Audience cheers.
CL: Shh. Don’t start it. Eric, shut up.
-HEY JUDE (CHORUS)
-OLD AGE
-OLYMPIA/TOUCH THE SKY