Transcript: October 11, 1994


Venue: The Marquee at the Tralf
Location: Buffalo, NY
Hole Lineup: Courtney Love (Guitar/Vocals), Eric Erlandson (Guitar), Melissa Auf der Maur (Bass/Background Vocals), and Patty Schemel (Drums).


-DRUNK IN RIO (RIFF)

-PLUMP

CL: Thank you. Do you guys not get a lot of shows around here or something? (??)

Guy in Crowd: We love you!

CL: This is Melissa Auf der Maur, from Montreal. We’d like to dedicate, um, this set to Kristen Pfaff.

-NEVER GO AWAY

-BEAUTIFUL SON

CL: Thank you.

Guy in Crowd: Courtney! Woooooo!

Guy in Crowd: Shit.

CL: Don’t knock over my mic stand again.

Guy in Crowd: Oh, lighten up! Lighten up!

CL: ??

-MISS WORLD

-JENNIFER’S BODY

Girl in Crowd: We love you Courtney!

Guy in Crowd: I love you Courtney!

CL: Calm down.

Guy in Crowd: Courtney!

CL: You’re Goddamn right.

-ASKING FOR IT

CL: Thank you.

Guy in Crowd: That’s good stuff, baby!

Girl in Crowd: ?? fucking guitar!

Guy in Crowd: 20 Years in the Dakota!

CL: Hi, Frances. This is Frances, my daughter.

Audience screams.

CL: ?? She thinks that everybody in the whole world is in a band…well, all girls are in bands, Frances, so…

Guy in Crowd: Courtney, we love you!

Guy in Crowd: I love you!

CL: Say, ‘Hi Frances.’ She’s two years old. One…two…three – hi Frances! (??)

Audience screams.

CL: ?? I used to think people that took their kids to rock shows were tacky, but I don’t have a choice, so…it’s ok.

Guy in Crowd: Frances, we love you!

CL: ??

-BEST SUNDAY DRESS

-GUTLESS

CL: Only ?? 

CL: This song is about this girl that used to be in Kurt’s class named Sheila and she smelled like pee and he used to throw spitballs at her and then, if you look on the back of our record, um, it’s a picture of me in fourth grade and I smelled like pee too, so…that’s ’cause we lived in a hippie commune…but ??

Guy in Crowd: Courtney, we love you!

-SOFTER SOFTEST

CL: Kristen wrote that song. It would suck if she didn’t like it (??)

-WHOSE PORNO YOU BURN (BLACK)

-I THINK THAT I WOULD DIE

Girl in Crowd: ?? Trent?

CL: What about Trent do you want me to tell? Did we do it?

Guy in Crowd: No!

CL: ??

Girl in Crowd: Teenage Whore!

Guy in Crowd: Garbadge Man!

Girl in Crowd: Retard Girl!

Guy in Crowd: Garbadge Man!

Guy in Crowd: They won’t play Garbadge Man.

CL: This is dedicated to ??

Audience screams.

-PRETTY ON THE INSIDE

-GOLD DUST WOMAN (TEASE)

-CREDIT IN THE STRAIGHT WORLD

-PENNYROYAL TEA

CL: We never did that before.

-TEENAGE WHORE

CL: Thank you. Sorry for that little indulgence, but ??, so, and um, I felt like it.

Guy in Crowd: It’s alright!

Guy in Crowd: Babes in Toyland!

CL: Do you want me to play Babes in Toyland?

Audience cheers.

CL: That means I would have to regress about four years…we could play, um, I cover Fork Down Throat.

Opening chords to Fork Down Throat.

CL: No way. That was then, this is now.

Guy in Crowd: Echo & the Bunnymen!

-DOLL PARTS

Courtney adds “Where did you go? I don’t care anymore” to the end of the song.

Guy in Crowd: Come on back here, hot mama!

Someone in Crowd: We love you!

CL: When you get in a band with all girls, mostly, you’ll all get your period at the same time. Did you know that? It’s a fact. Oh, except me, ’cause I’m pregnant with – who’s baby?

Someone in Crowd: Trent!

CL: Trent’s? (??) No, try another guess. Hundred bucks to ??

MADM: Selleck.

CL: No wait, that’s ?? Wait – Liz Phair? That’s close. Fucking, you guys are just stupid – it’s right there. Tom Selleck, duh.

She gestures to the painting of Tom Selleck that’s on stage.

-VIOLET

-NEVER GO AWAY

CL: Thank you. Goodnight. Thank you.

(Fade out)

Guy in Crowd: Rock Star!

Girl in Crowd: Courtney, I love you!

-INSTRUMENTAL IMPROV

Guy in Crowd: Rock Star!

-DRUNK IN RIO

-I’M SO HIGH

-HUNGRY LIKE THE WOLF

CL: I’m now above the petty things in life, but for this song. It’s just one little indulgence.

-OLYMPIA

Courtney stage dives.

CL: I told all the feminists to stage dive. Every show that I feel like it, I jump down, just to test the town. Sorry…you failed. Thanks so much for the flowers. I’m glad that you jock fucks got a nice free feel. Bye bye.

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