Venue: Shepherd’s Bush Empire
Location: London, England
Hole Lineup: Courtney Love (Guitar/Vocals), Eric Erlandson (Guitar), Melissa Auf der Maur (Bass/Background Vocals), and Patty Schemel (Drums).
CL: One, two, fuck you!
CL: It’s small.
Courtney pants into the mic.
-PLUMP
-BEAUTIFUL SON
-IMPROV (TEAR IT OUT)
-MISS WORLD
CL: Thank you, English people.
-DROWN SODA
CL: This is Melissa Auf der Maur, in case you didn’t know.
Audience cheers.
CL: There, I’ve finished introducing you to the whole world.
MADM: What?
CL: I don’t have to introduce you anymore.
MADM: Oh, ok. This is our last night in Europe. Thank you.
-ASKING FOR IT
CL: (Singing) Don’t go back to Rockville, don’t go back to Rockville, don’t go back to Rockville, you’ll waste another year.
Someone in Crowd: Eric!
CL: Polly Harvey, please step to the front! We don’t want to play anymore. C’mon, just come up and give us some hell.
-GUTLESS
-CRIPPLE DANCE
CL: This song’s dedicated to my friend Jerry.
-SOFTER, SOFTEST
CL: Can I have some Vodka?
CL: These ones right here. That’s it.
CL: I’m so old, I can remember Tenpole Tudor…no, I’m not that old.
Audience laughs.
CL: See, they are grown-ups, they laughed at that! You don’t even know who Tenpole Tudor is. Oh, shut the fuck up!
MADM: You’re very mature. You guys are so calm. You’re very, very respectable.
CL: They’re not, they’re not…they’re not that dumb.
-I THINK THAT I WOULD DIE
CL: Thank you.
CL: Do you all know how many stuffed animals my child has from you people? And save the upside down crosses for an ex-friend of mine, a crap-old American goth who will be coming your way soon.
CL: Quit stalling – what is it? I’m really a ?? I guess you didn’t know that. Burke’s Peerage, you know. I’m second fucking cousin to Julie ??
-BEST SUNDAY DRESS
CL: Oh, I need my crack – I can’t go on.
-WHOSE PORNO YOU BURN (BLACK)
CL: Don’t do that. ‘Cause you’re probably just a writer from a tabloid and you want me to get mad, but I’m not gonna get mad. I’ll just spike your lager with a lot of acid, then you’ll be like me. This is that handsome lad, and I’m sure he was in the farm that threw the drink.
-PRETTY ON THE INSIDE
CL: I like that word, ugly. How many times have you said that word of late? Ugly. She’s ugly. He’s ugly.
She continues to repeat the word ugly at the beginning of the next song.
-CREDIT IN THE STRAIGHT WORLD
CL: You’ll never be young again. Na na na na na.
-UNSATISFIED
CL: We didn’t write that, but when it came out, your press, which is…the whole fucking place is full of, ignored it. Probably one of the best songs in a decade and a half, only good English musics would be Joy Division, the Bunnymen, and now that I’ve made up with Julian, The Teardrop Explodes. I know Melissa, you like Menswear though, right? Are you over that? That was five minutes. No, she’s young, but…
MADM: And my big sister teases me like crazy.
CL: Don’t call me a big fucking sister, dude.
(Fade out)
-TEENAGE WHORE
-JUST DO IT
CL: I’m starting to understand the concept of having a stranger’s mouth be on your cock.
Courtney pours water on the audience.
CL: You’re goddamn baptism ’cause you’re not grown up.
-SHE’S LOST CONTROL
CL: I had it on. I’m sorry. I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean to punch you. It was under my dress. That was maybe the stupidest thing I’ve ever done, except thinking that Sheffield was Manchester. It was on my dress. No, I’m really sorry for punching you in the face.
Audience cheers.
CL: I am an asshole. It’s true.
-SHE’S LOST CONTROL (RESUMES)
CL: I’m sorry for punching you in the face! Don’t offer me a cigarette, I’ll offer you some. Have some of Melissa’s beer. That’s the guy I punched in the face.
CL: SHUT UP! Alright, on three, we’re gonna say ‘Fuck you’ really loud. One, two, three – FUCK YOU!
Audience: Fuck you!
CL: You big fucking pussies, I bet you’re louder at football games. One, two, three – FUCK YOU!
Audience: FUCK YOU!
CL: Thank you very much, that was all.
-DOLL PARTS
CL: ?? be Jack Benny everything now? Well, if you’re not a grown up with a trout farm in the fucking country ?? then you could finally see from the side of the stage. You know, the trout farmer’s up there. ?? Steve Sutherland. Yeah, he’s being some fucking Wellie, fucking ??, fucking Tory, ?? obnoxious ass, I’ve never heard of that before. Hey Steve, you want to see my tits? Kiss my ass.
-VIOLET
CL: Melissa, all the good lighting’s on your side. It’s true. I SO DON’T FUCKING CARE.
Audience screams.
CL: I can play the guitar, essentially. SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP!
-SUGAR COMA
CL: Goodnight.
(CUT)
CL: I wrote half this fucking song. Don’t say I didn’t or I’ll fuckin’ come around and I’ll blow up your toilet.
-PENNYROYAL TEA
(CUT)
-HE HIT ME (AND IT FELT LIKE A KISS)
-SHE WALKS ON ME
-OLD AGE
(Fade out)
-DRUNK IN RIO
(Fade out)
-OLYMPIA/TOUCH THE SKY/RING AROUND THE ROSIE/DO IT CLEAN/IMPROV/PRETTY PERSUASION
CL: I want you guys to move. The security guys, just move out of the way. Go away, move. Go! Let them come on the fucking stage! Move! LET THEM COME ON THE FUCKING STAGE! NO JOCKS, I WANT THE STONERS! MORE!