Garbage Road Report #1

While in Dallas, Garbage learned that at the Texas Book Depository, handguns are not allowed.

ATN's latest correspondent is none other than Steve Marker, "who plays guitar, and weird computer stuff too," in Garbage . Marker tells us he likes being on the road because his hobby is collecting those little shampoo samples that you get at cheap motels, and his main concern while playing live is not bashing singer Shirley Manson with his guitar. Also contributing to this report are drummer (and ace producer) Butch Vig ("who wears headphones when he plays live; the rest of us can't figure out what he's listening to- maybe talk radio"), Duke Erikson, who plays guitar and keys and actually enjoys never sleeping and eating at truck stops, and Shirley Manson, ("aka Queen Helen, who gets along with the rest of us so well on the road mainly because her Scottish accent is so thick that we rarely have a clue as to what she is saying").

Sunday, Feb. 25th

So here's Garbage approaching the triple underpass- leaving Dallas after our first show of Tour 2, which will take us through the States for two months and Europe for one. Last night was stress city- a new set, new songs, way too much stuff to remember, but it was great to play in front of actual real live people again. Kids were knocking over the lights by the third song, the midi guitars didn't explode, the crowd was great, and Duke didn't get his head bashed in like he did in Copenhagen last year, so it was a pretty good gig. The only technical mishap was when Duke started "Milk" with the wrong keyboard patch in the sampler, and instead of the dreamy melotron sound we used on the album, he played the first verse using the "Metal Hammer" patch. Quite inspiring!!! Shirley was especially chuffed with her new microphone stand, a sparkley pink creation of her own design. The Elevator Drops are opening this part of the tour, and we think they're from outer space but we're not sure. Good band though. Afterwards we took part in some of the post-show ritual humiliation that we enjoy so much- getting our pictures taken with our new gold records from the UK, Australia, and New Zealand. About as much fun as getting your mug shot taken after getting arrested for committing some particularly embarrassing and pointless stunt, but it's really a thrill to have the records.

Things to do in Dallas, according to Garbage: wear your Green Bay Packer hat around town like Butch and hope for the best- apparently the locals have some sort of problem with this. You can try to go to the "Mansion" restaurant for dinner and get thrown out by a fake-French accent talking twit who wants "no den-eem" in his joint, you can go to the grassy knoll and the Texas Book Depository ("no handguns allowed"- apparently rifles are okay), and you can meet lots of really nice people at a cool club called Deep Ellum Live.

Looks like we're going to have to work on our rock-band vibe- the first thing that went on the tour bus VCR was Masterpiece Theater. A sad state of affairs, but things are definitely looking up- our bass player Daniel has already begun lobbying for "anything sick and violent." Next stop is Austin, where we'll get lots of sleep and vitamins, and calmly and thoughtfully prepare for our next musical performance on Monday. Unless of course they have beer there, in which case we'll probably stay out way too late, eat delicious food that is really really bad for you, get some poor hotel manager really really mad at us, and feel really really awful Monday morning, recovering just in time to put on a stonkin' show at Liberty Lunch. Tune in to ATN for the next chapter of the Garbage road diary- future exciting episodes include "Duke in New Orleans", "snowboarding with Noel and Liam", and "Garbage figures out what country Ghent is in". See ya then, your Garbage pals.

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Garbage Road Report #2

Garbage Think About Oral Sex In Georgia

Can you believe this crew?

ATN's latest correspondent is none other than Steve Marker, "who plays guitar, and weird computer stuff too," in Garbage . Marker tells us he likes being on the road because his hobby is collecting those little shampoo samples that you get at cheap motels. The other members of Garbage are drummer (and ace producer) Butch Vig, Duke Erikson, who plays guitar and keys and actually enjoys never sleeping and eating at truck stops, and vocalist Shirley Manson. Here's Marker's second report:

From: Steve@ To: Jaan @ Date: Thur., Mar. 7, 1996 1:26 AM EST

Garbage has now officially survived Texas, Louisiana, and the Sunshine State- world capitol of death metal. Liberty Lunch in Austin is an old tin-roof barn that features an on-stage temperature of exactly five hundred million degrees, for which the only remedy is copious amounts of Shiner Bock. Inspired by the Texas-size disco mirror ball, we had a really good show in Houston. One purple-haired cowboy set a Garbage record by getting thrown out of the club 13 times--out he'd go, and five minutes later there he'd come surfing towards the stage again. Drove all night to New Orleans and the debris of Mardi Gras. Now there's our kind of town--a place where you can "wash the girl of your choice" (we took a rain check), and meet the "world famous chicken man," aka the voodoo king of New Orleans, who gave us all little good luck voodoo dolls. Daniel our funky bass guy also met a "chicken man," but it wasn't the world famous one. Duke went to the Dungeon on Bourbon Street, where he got 14 orders of red beans and rice for everyone on the bus. The Dungeon may be a cool goth-type noise bar, but take it from us, it is not the kind of place where you want to be ordering food at 2:30 in the morning. Go instead to the Acme Oyster Bar, which looks super lo-fi, but has incredible eats (or "tea," as Shirley would say, even if there is no tea involved)... Butch ate here several years ago and became violently ill after eating raw oysters, but he came back this time and exorcised the demons by eating a dozen and washing them down with a Dixie beer...

Road Wisdom #1: Try not to eat at sushi restaurants where the chefs name is Jose. We did and ended up eating grasshoppers in St. Petersburg. This was a bad idea, one which we shall not repeat....we'll stick to quail's eggs.

The show at the State Theater in St. Petersburg was sold out and the crowd was incredibly bonkers...kids were running on stage and giving Shirley hugs and kisses...massive moshing which created some tense moments between the steroid-crazed bouncers and the kids being passed up to the stage...at one point Steve whipped off his acoustic guitar and had to be restrained from going head to head with one of the bouncers, who outweighed him by 240 pounds...

Road Wisdom #2: Avoid at all costs cabdrivers with guns, especially when they want to show it to you while describing their climb up the masts of "The Bounty" (the ship used in the remake of The Mutiny On...)...seems like even the police were afraid to come and get this guy down, and we got out of the cab a bit early...

Our "spring break" in Fort Lauderdale (get into town, check into the no-tell-motel for an hour, shower, go to sound check, play, leave) was a beautiful experience- Shirley befuddled the audience with the question "why is it not legal in Georgia to have oral sex with your spouse, but it is OK to marry your cousin?" They didn't seem to know how to respond, maybe because we weren't in Georgia... Pensacola was cool, as we always enjoy it immensely when a guy in the middle of the front row flips us the bird for the entire set. In Orlando we got to meet the cool dudes from Rabbit In The Moon, who did some "Queer" remixes for us that were really inspiring. Remember that name, dance fans... The Elevator Drops are amazingly still putting up with opening up for us, and we don't think they are from outer space any more. Turns out they are actually a really good band from Boston, and their new CD came out last week on Time Bomb Records, and Garbage recommends it highly. It's called Pop Bus. Life on our pop bus has been pretty tolerable, and the only real mishap has been our leaving our light guy Lee behind in Louisiana at three in the morning. Luckily, he found us in Florida, and while he still isn't speaking to us, we entertain great hopes that tonight in Chapel Hill there may be some sort of lighting on-stage... We did attempt to get some "exercise" in Carrboro by playing some golf...Duke, Steve, Butch, and Gary (the drum tech) hacked and slashed their way through seven holes before they called it quits...it was a good thing there was nobody else in sight...

After NC, we're off to Norfolk and Pittsburgh, and finally to New Jersey on Saturday, where we play with God Lives Underwater, Stabbing Westward, and Oasis. Sounds great, right? Right, except it's on a ski hill in the middle of the afternoon, outside, and there are giant ice storms predicted. Only the outside chance of seeing Shirley on a snowboard drives us on at this point. If we haven't succumbed to frostbite, we'll check back in with you through ATN next week, where you'll hear about these exciting exploits and more: sexy Columbus OH, our first ever concert in our hometown Madison, Wisconsin, featuring the world's largest guest list, and best of all, Garbage attempts to go to Europe! Check out the Garbage home page at http://www.geffen.com/almo/garbage

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Garbage Road Report: Snow & Guitars Don't Mix
Everyday they learn more road wisdom.

While touring parts near and far, Garbage guitarist Steve Maker has been filing periodic reports from the road, when his bandmates--singer Shirley Manson, durmmer/producer Butch Vig and guitarist/keyboardist Duke Erikson--aren't looking. Here's Part 1 of Maker's latest:

Your Garbage friends have been remiss in reporting our doings to ATN. We can work all sorts of complicated musical gear, but can't figure out how to send e-mail from Europe. Anyway, thanks for waiting, and here's what we've been doing. Made it through the snow and ice to Pittsburgh to our first in-store signing (turnout was somewhat better than Spinal Tap's), and a sold-out show that went especially well, despite our confusion caused by the Pittsburghian tendency to put the French fries on the inside of the sandwich rather than in a cardboard container where they belong. Sometimes these on-the-road cultural discrepancies can be enough to drive you bonkers, as Shirley would say. More on the total lack of ice cubes in England later. Then, it was off through another life-threatening storm to SnOasis! This was a mid-afternoon concert on a ski hill in New Jersey in sub-zero weather featuring us, Stabbing Westward, God Lives Underwater, and Noel Gallagher acoustic for two songs.

Garbage Road Wisdom: If at all possible, try to avoid mid-afternoon concerts on ski hills in New Jersey in sub-zero weather.

We discovered that gloves and guitars don't mix, but we muscled through the set. We'll now stick to indoor gigs in the winter, thank you. Onward to beautiful Cincinnati, humming the "WKRP" theme song, and Indianapolis, where an excited fan somehow managed to cover the front rows with pepper spray during "Milk," our quietest song--somewhat spoiling the vibe. When we got to our hometown (except for Shirley because she doesn't live there) of Madison, Wisconsin, we were proud to hear that the mayor had proclaimed show day as "Garbage Day," complete with an official-looking proclamation. We were sad to discover that you don't actually get paid cash for these sort of things, but we had a great over-sold out show anyway, and celebrated to a greater extent than perhaps we should have afterwards at the Sidecar. Madison saw the world debut of our "Gizmotrons," weird electronic devices that whirr, sparkle, and flutter, and don't actually do anything at all. But they look cool! Will Garbage fall prey to further rock and roll excess and on-stage debauchery? Stay tuned.

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Garbage Road Report: Kilts, Tequila & Take That

Finally (finally!) the guys meet Shirley's mum.

While touring parts near and far, Garbage guitarist Steve Maker has been filing periodic reports from the road, when his bandmates--singer Shirley Manson, drummer/producer Butch Vig and guitarist/keyboardist Duke Erikson--aren't looking. Here's Part 2 of Maker's latest:

You know those signs in airports that tell you not to joke about guns? Bassman Daniel discovered that they really really mean this as we left Wisconsin for the UK and beyond, but luckily was able to convince the cops that he was referring to his "pack of gum." Duke was almost so lucky when we touched down in Birmingham, as he was pulled over and his bags subjected to all manner of chemical testing...good thing he lives such a clean lifestyle. Our first show in Wolverhampton was an adrenaline rush, with 2,500 kids going nuts from the moment we hit the stage. WE could barely get out of the venue afterwards for all the kids waiting for us to sign their bootlegged shirts and posters. We couldn't blame them--they were cheaper and better-looking than ours, so now we've stolen the rip-off artists' ideas for our own stuff! So take that thieves! (Note to America: Take That have broken up, which is the biggest news over here since the end of WWII. They were a pop group, apparently.)

Over here Bis and the Rentals have been playing with us--two happening pop groups who really get the kids going, and who are real nice folk as well. Next stop London for our third "Top of the Pops" performance. "Stupid Girl" had come in at #4 on the charts and the album has moved to #7. We were "chuffed" as they say in the UK, as we hadn't planned on sharing a bill with Lionel Ritchie this early in our careers. After TOTP we drove all night to Shirley's stomping grounds: Scotland. The show at Glasgow's Barrowlands was fantastic (we're getting spoiled). The Scots do not rock with restraint, and neither did we as the boys donned kilts for the encore (breezy!) and finally met Shirley's mum and dad, which was kind of like a first date when you meet someone's parents, and you're wearing a skirt and no underwear. They were very nice about it though. The following show at the Apollo in Manchester was also super cool. It was a big deal for us to play one of the world's capitols of music. The London show at Brixton Academy was our biggest yet. Forty-nine hundred tickets sold and three more on the guest list! A bit of a pressure cooker, but we did pretty well as far as we could tell, and the after-show party was a gas. Nellee Hooper (the producer who works with Bjork and U2) was there, as well as Chrissie Hynde (one of our heroes), Brian Ferry (another one), Kylie Minogue, and Robbie from Take That (we didn't know who he was). The party had a theme that somehow involved tequila and everything was a little fuzzy when we left at 5 a.m.

Garbage Road Wisdom: If at all possible, try to avoid parties with themes that somehow involve tequila if you have anything at all scheduled during the next two weeks, like for example riding in an over-crowded tour bus an average of ten hours a day and making really really loud noises with electronic instruments while really really bright lights flash off and on around you and people throw shoes at you.

Future Garbage: Paris, Berlin, Pamela Anderson, hockey arenas with the Pumpkins.

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Garbage Road Report: Planes, Food Poisoning, and Smelly Buses

It's good to be home.

Ever wonder what it's like to be Garbage? Well, wonder no more, thanks to our occasional Garbage Road Reports, lovingly researched and written by the band's own guitarist, Steve Maker, so you know it's accurate. Today's episode: the triumphant return home. Hi! Garbage is back in the States, having survived the rest of our European jaunt with several of our brain cells still intact. Since we last spoke, we've been through Belgium, Germany, Luxembourg, France, and Spain. Gent, we are happy to report, is in Belgium, and is a super-cool place to play due to great people and our new favorite beer, the name of which none of us can remember. We knew we were getting somewhere in our careers when we stopped in at a bar there and wrote stuff on the walls, and they didn't even throw us out! In fact, they gave us more beer for free! Sure is great being a musician! Garbage made the mistake of taking a precious day off in Berlin on some sort of German holiday, which meant that it was impossible to get even a stale bag of "crisps" (potato chips 3/4 of us call them) for dinner. Another fun show, though, then it was off to Paris where we played "Queer" on a big tv show and played at a club that asked us to keep the volume down so as to not annoy the neighbors. Good thing we couldn't understand what they were saying! Oops! Afterwards, we set an all-time Garbage record of 17 bottles of wine at dinner. And that was just Duke!

What if Garbage was asked to sum up touring Europe? They would say that it1s great, except that you never get to see anything because you are always playing or driving, and the band buses over there make Greyhounds in the states seem like luxury-liners. Unless of course you like the all-permeating stench of chemical toilets, in which case they would be right up your alley.

--Steve, Shirley, Duke, and Butch

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Oooh, watch out for those frankfurters.

So Garbage is back in the States, but though the European leg of their tour is over, it certainly isn№t forgotten. Garbage guitarist (try saying that five times fast) Steve Maker has been keeping tabs on the band№s adventures. Today№s episode: Food, geography lessons and Rosanne.In Frankfurt Steve got radically ill from some bad frankfurters, and played the entire show trying not to vomit and playing approximately 3% of his guitar parts correctly. He was a bit chagrined to find that his fellow bandmates felt that this was the best Garbage had ever played up until that point. Luxembourg was our first contact with non-Arctic weather the entire tour, which we enjoyed although we never really figured out whether Luxembourg is a city or a country. We eventually decided it was both. A bartender there threw a shot glass at us in some bizarre native ritual, which shattered and flew into Butch's eye, which then entitled us to free drinks for the rest of the night. We simply can't believe the good luck we are experiencing on this tour! We flew to Madrid to spend a day talking into little tape recorders and enjoy more fabulous food, then it was back to Frankfurt, where we played a festival with Smashing Pumpkins, Cypress Hill, Sonic Youth, Afghan Whigs, and many others. This thing went so late, we were actually able to hit the town after our set and still get back to the hotel in time to see the end of it on live TV. One more show in Leeds, broadcast live on BBC1, and it was off to the states and beautiful LA, where we played "Only Happy" on a new TV show called "Saturday Night Special". We were supposed to be introduced by Pamela Anderson, but she wasn't there so somebody else we didn't know did it. Coolio was very nice, though, and we got to see Rosanne throw one of her famous temper tantrums! Wow! Then we played a set on "Modern Rock Live" from the famous Capitol Hollywood studios where Frank Sinatra and Dean Martin used to hang out and wear hats. In a shining example of modern tour-routing, we then played Montreal the next night, which was lovely since we've gone gold in Canada. This stop also featured our first-ever in-store signing extravaganza, which surprised us as it was attended by twice as many kids as anybody thought would show up. Daniel our bassman got so worked up that he fell down the stairs and nearly broke his arm in two right before the encores, wreaked havoc with the low end on Vic Chestnutt's іKick My AssІ and our own іGirl Don't Come.І

Anyway, this brings you nearly up-to-date with what's been happening to Garbage--next up: Lost Luggage, Hanging With Tricky, and More Gizmotrons!

Steve, Shirley, Duke, and Butch

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Garbage Road Report, Part 4
Helpful hint: wear a black T-shirt every night.

We know you all want to be rock stars. But really, it's not all glamour and groupies. Just ask Steve Maker, guitarist for Garbage. In this, the fourth in a series of road reports from Steve, experience the reality of being Garbage: emergency rooms, lost luggage and Yoo-Hoo cocktails:Here's more Garbage news! We went to Boston after Montreal, where we actually played live "unplugged" on the radio (if Kiss and Rod Stewart can do it, so can we, dammit), and that night we played with Black Grape and Letters To Cleo, who helped us out with the hometown crowd by sending Kay out to wave a video camera at us as we were trying to play. NYC was next, which was scary for us since the last time we played there it was only our seventh show--hopefully we're a lot better now. About three thousand kids at Roseland seemed to think so, thankfully, and we were much relieved as we made our Lifebeat (AIDS research benefit) after-show party, which was too crowded for us to get into, so we went to another bar and met Tricky, one of our current musical favorites, and proceeded to shout nonsense at one another until about five in the morning. And there was a guy from Metallica there too--talk about your star-studded events! He didn't know who we were, though. From there we went to Richmond for a multi-band radio festival thing, which was fun except by this point Shirley's health had disintegrated to the point that she had to go to the emergency room right afterwards. This touring stuff really takes its toll, although she was cheered up by the state troopers trying to put the moves on her as she was being examined--thanks, Virginia! Making this stop just a little bit more fun for Shirl was the failure of her bag to arrive with the rest of ours. Thanks Continental Airlines! Nothing like playing a series of shows in the same set of garments to make a girl feel pretty!

Garbage Road Wisdom: If you only ever wear black tee shirts on stage, nobody will know how many nights you've been wearing the same shirt. Also, a cocktail made from vodka and Yoo-Hoo isn't actually as good as it sounds.

--Steve, Shirley, Duke, and Butch

To be continued...

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Garbage Road Report, Part 5

"Helloooooo Lithuania!"

One doesn't usually think of a rock band as good-natured, but Steve Marker, guitarist for Garbage, is going to change all that. Here's the last of his Road Reports (for now anyway). This episode: Television Rumpleminz, Gizmotrons, and Future Plans: DC and Philly rocked as always, and we got to stand in front of a camera for three hours and say things like "hello, Lithuania, you're watching Music Television Rumpleminz 44.7, and this is our new video "Stupid Girl." Ciao!" Once again we were reminded how glad we are to be musicians. Our friend Mike from Smart Studios has been constantly updating our patented Gizmotron system, which is really starting to spruce up the live show. We're not sure what the gizmotrons do, but they have flashing lights and are a real pain in the ass for the crew guys, so we feel they're worth it. The latest versions made their debut in Toronto, where we got our Gold Canadian discs and Steve got food poisoning again (a pattern of sickness is beginning to emerge on this tour, with one member falling prey to some bizarre ailment, with the rest following in one-week intervals). Oh yeah, we also found out that we had "gone gold" (sold lots of records) in the US, which is about as big a thrill as anyone could get- now maybe we can ask for doors on the dressing room toilets. Rochester was one of those towns where we had no idea what to expect- lucky for us it turned our to be one of the most mosh-happy and sweatiest crowds we've played to yet. Then came Milwaukee, which has historically been a tough place musically for the boys- we've played there for years with varying degrees of success, mostly varying towards the less successful end of the spectrum. But this night was different! Hallelujah, the curse was lifted! The kids went nuts, and one super fired-up guy leapt up on stage, danced with Shirley and Duke, and executed a perfect swan dive back out to the tenth row. We were impressed. Metro in Chicago has always been cool (it's where the boys first saw Shirley sing live), and it went well again this time. All ages shows rule. Then we went to CRC, a studio in Chicago, to work on a remix of Milk with Tricky... it sounds pretty groovy, and his vocal is the first ever male vocal on a Garbage song. Duke's fortune cookie at dinner said "you have a curious smile and a mysterious nature", which has caused him to walk around grimacing strangely, and seems to fit the rather odd nature of the Garbage/Tricky remix. Stay tuned- we're off to Denver and points west tomorrow, with many escapades to report we expect. Oh yeah- did we mention that we're out this summer (late June through July) with Smashing Pumpkins? Coming soon to your local Enormodome- read all about it in Addicted To Noise.

Sincerely, your very tired Garbage pals.

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Garbage Road Report: MTV, Kiss & More (Part 6) {about 7/8/96}

Kiss thinks Garbage "rocks."

During the past year Garbage guitarist Steve Marker has been filing road reports with Addicted To Noise. Here's his latest. This episode: Who are those men in makeup and platform boots, and why are they following us?

Life in Garbage-land has been very strange indeed since we last filed a report. To bring y'all up to date- we've done dozens of our own shows with the mighty Polara opening up, and we've shared the bill at lots of radio festival shows with dozens of other alternative faves like... well, just about every group that's on MTV right now. For bands, these shows can suck or they can be great depending on the time slot you get- the crowd can be more into tanning and frisbees if its too early, or more worried about finding their rides home if its too late. We were generally pretty lucky in this respect, and didn't get too much stuff thrown at us. Playing DC's RFK Stadium in front of 65,000 mosh-crazed sun worshipers was enough to kill any
vestiges of stage fright we might have still had, and we got to see lots of great bands like the Foo Fighters, who rock
like nobodies business as well as being (tied with No Doubt) the nicest folks in music today. We played one
song on the MTV Movie awards, which was different from most gigs in that we usually don't have Jamie Lee Curtis asking us for our autographs and Kiss, in full regalia, telling us you guys rock in falsetto rock-guy voices just before we go on stage.

The after-party featured legions of fabulously-dressed Californians, as well as a free bar, so it was
with much pain and remorse that we boarded a plane at six the next morning for Mexico City,
where we schmoozed the Latin American press and played a wonderful gig at the Metropolitan
Theater- seems the best shows are often in places where they don't get rock bands coming through
every five minutes. We were happy to meet several ATN devotees there, and other than Duke's
best guitar getting stolen by air-freight handlers and Shirley getting violently ill, it was definitely the
best Garbage trip to Mexico so far this year. Then it was back to the States for more festivalizing in
San Francisco and the big one- KROQ's Weinie Roast, where we once again ran into Kiss- this
time in the form of gigantic inflatable action figures looming over us as we tried to ignore the blaring
sun, desert heat, and lingering Montezuma's Revenge while we played. Garbage survived in style as
always, but it was a relief to get back to a small dark club the next night in Santa Barbara, and
we're really sorry that we made so much noise that the city closed it for good the next day.

Here's part two of his latest report, filed at the beginning of this month, which he calls "Who are those
men in makeup and platform boots, and why are they following us?"

But what, you might ask yourself, is Garbage doing right now? We're opening up for
the Smashing Pumpkins, that's what! So far we've played in Saginaw, Indianapolis,
and two shows in Detroit- one at the enormous Palace of Auburn Hills, and one at the
smaller State Theater, which was like playing a neighborhood house party after the
enormo-domes. At the Palace we were very surprised to look down in the pit during
"Stupid Girl" and see-- Gene Simmons sticking his tongue out at Shirley! Wow! It was
really scary! Afterwards he came backstage with members of his family and discussed
pyrotechnics with us. At this point we wouldn't be surprised to see Kiss jump out of
the bushes and launch into "Christine, Sixteen" the next time we go to do our laundry.
The arena audiences have been super nice to us (so far), especially since we're just the
opening act, and doing shows like this is a huge thrill--we can't believe that we're
actually being allowed to have this much fun and call it working. The Pumpkins are
playing really well--their show is usually about two and a half hours long, and must
include just about every song they've done on record and then some. Jimmy's
[Chamberlin] still the king of drums, and they've got the biggest spaceship-shaped light
tower we've ever seen, video projections, an additional keyboard/drum guy, timpani,
and security that makes CIA headquarters look like a middle school open house. It's a
real rock show ladies and gentlemen--bring plenty of lighters! The road show hits
Buffalo tonight, and we'll be checking back in with more Garbage Road Reports soon
in Addicted To Noise! Coming up: Even bigger arenas, The Reading Festival, Japan,
Butch gets new shoes.