Venue: Le Bataclan
Location: Paris, France
Hole Lineup: Courtney Love (Guitar/Vocals), Eric Erlandson (Guitar), Melissa Auf der Maur (Bass/Background Vocals), and Patty Schemel (Drums).
CL: Bonjour.
MADM: Le plus dur en français, c’est de… (Translation: The hardest thing with French is…)
Audience cheers.
CL: Are you wearing earplugs again?
MADM: I have ear problems.
CL: You’re a pussy, man.
Melissa laughs.
-PLUMP
CL: Who do you work for, Playboy? He just wanted the beaver shot. He can come back, but he can only stand right there.
-BEAUTIFUL SON
CL: Merci.
Courtney picks up two bottles of water and pours them on the audience.
CL: It’s hot.
-MISS WORLD
Courtney picks up something from Patty’s drum riser (candy?) and throws the pieces into the audience. She then picks up two bottles of water and pours them on the crowd.
During the next song, she says, “Shh,” and then goes over to Eric. She says something inaudible to him.
-DROWN SODA
MADM: On est chauds et maintenant mouillés, comme vous! (Translation: We are hot and now we’re also wet, like you!)
CL: Merci, Mélissa.
MADM: Si si si si si. (Translation: Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes).
Courtney picks up bottles of water and pours them on the audience. She reaches down in the pit and touches someone’s hand.
CL: Ok.
-ASKING FOR IT
CL: (Fake French accent) It’s Melissa Auf der Maur.
Audience cheers.
MADM: Les québécois et français sont contents ensembles, oui? (Translation: The Quebecers and the French go along together, don’t they?)
CL: Oui…
MADM: Oui!
CL: This is Patty Schemel. That’s Eric Dickson. He’s related to that guy in, um, Iron Butterfly – Bruce. Voulez-vous coucher a…look, I can say bonjour and merci, that’s about it.
CL: This is a song about a dickhead.
-GUTLESS
-IMPROV
CL: Well, I’m very proud of you. I don’t see one Pearl Jam shirt here. That means you’re cool. I’m glad. Thank you very much.
Courtney picks up three bottles of water and pours them on the audience.
-TAKE AWAY JAM
Courtney goes over to Eric. They have an inaudible conversation.
MADM: Nous sommes folles à cause d’une chaleur… (Translation: We are crazy because of this heat…). Whoa. We’re crazy.
CL: We were just fucking around, excuse us. Excusez moi.
Audience cheers.
Courtney goes over to Patty. They have an inaudible conversation. Patty gestures something with her hand.
-SHE’S LOST CONTROL
CL: (During song) Faster! Faster! FASTER!
CL: It’s slower now. God, I can’t believe you.
Courtney goes over to Eric.
CL: Excusez moi, again. We just can’t seem to get it right, can we? I’ll try ?? my uterus, alright, Eric?
-SOFTER SOFTEST
CL: Merci.
-I THINK THAT I WOULD DIE
Courtney picks up a bottle of water. She has an inaudible conversation with Melissa.
She picks up another bottle of water and pours it over the audience. She then picks up some wet towels and gives them to the audience.
CL: Hello. Hello. You don’t say Cor-ney, it’s Courtney. You said, “Hello Cor-ney” – it’s not a name.
CL: Go.
Opening chords to Best Sunday Dress.
CL: This is a waltz!
She twirls around.
-BEST SUNDAY DRESS
CL: (To Eric) I’m waiting.
-CRY BABY CRY (TEASE)
CL: We’re just rehearsing at your expense. I’m terribly sorry.
-PRETTY ON THE INSIDE
Courtney lies down on her back on stage for the beginning of the next song.
-CREDIT IN THE STRAIGHT WORLD
Courtney picks up two bottles of water. She hands one of them to someone in the audience and pours the other one over the crowd.
CL: Eh? No, I don’t like that one.
-DOLL PARTS
Courtney pours a bottle of water over the audience. She hands a full bottle of water to someone in the crowd.
-VIOLET
-SUGAR COMA
CL: I wrote this song with my husband.
Audience screams.
-PENNYROYAL TEA
CL: Au revoir.
The band leaves the stage.
The audience screams and chants.
The band returns to the stage. Courtney has changed into a black slip dress.
-HE HIT ME (AND IT FELT LIKE A KISS)
-DRUNK IN RIO
-OLYMPIA/TOUCH THE SKY/FRÈRE JACQUES
CL: (Singing) The killer in you is just a fake of the killer in me, is just a thief of everything that you see. Don’t fuck with me down there, or I’ll hex you and you’ll lose your hair.
CL: (Singing) My sweet tooth has burned a hole into the nazi kitchen you call your soul, I’d rather die, I’d rather die, I’d rather die than give you control.
Courtney climbs down into the pit. She gets up on stage again, then grabs a water bottle and pours it on the crowd.
Patty and Melissa walk off stage. Courtney knocks over Patty’s drums and an amp. She picks up a water bottle and pours it on herself.
Eric holds his guitar up against an amp, making some feedback.
Courtney sits down on the stage and pours the rest of a water bottle over her head. She throws the empty bottle into the crowd. She stands up, then slips and falls down. A guy comes over and puts his arm around her. They walk off stage together.
Eric swings his guitar around.