bright light ! gigs

mogwai @ sugar, victoria, bc, canada 05/09/08

poster by tim huesken


opened with:

  • the precipice
  • friend of the night
  • i'm jim morrison, i'm dead
  • ex-cowboy

    out of order and possibly incomplete
    please get in touch if you can help


  • thank you space expert
  • summer
  • scotland's shame
  • i love you, i'm going to blow up your school
  • hunted by a freak
  • helicon 1
  • 2 rights make 1 wrong

    ended with:

  • like herod
  • batcat

    thanks wade and chris

    support from fuck buttons


    from wade:

    the victoria audience was brutal, luckily the show still kicked some major ass. not only were there the 5 or so d-bags who decided to start their own personal mosh pit and spill everyone's beer (fuckers) but on 'like herod' everyone decided to have a lovely conversation in an attempt to drown at the best part of the song. they all shut the fuck up instantly though when mogwai gave their version of a big 'fuck you' and proceeded to obliterate eardrums for the next 7 minutes before leaving clearly unimpressed. there was also a rousing 3 second cheer at the end before all but like 15 people gave up on an encore and left.


    mogwai last night was pretty fucking amazing. i am pretty sure this will go down in history as one of the greatest live shows i have seen. i wasnít even high, which probably would have made it insanely more overwhelming. they were amazingly beautiful. i hate reviewing music or giving my thoughts because i feel so uneducated, and like you can get a better idea of what they are like by looking up one of the millions of other accounts of them on the internet. it is definitely epic. it penetrates your soul. if your soul is not interested in being penetrated do not attend one of their shows. i am so glad i got a chance to see them while they were in victoria, even if i still do not quite appreciate how legendary they are. anyway, so, it was a good show okay? even though i only had two drinks!


    mogwai's us tour diary


    it's a trip to victoria, british columbia in canada tonight. we get to the ferry port in the morning only to have missed the ferry we were booked onto so we wait for 2 hours, eat some breakfast food in a cafť that has a menu so un-varied that you imagine even josef fritzl would have been shocked at itís parochial non-exotic nature. i wonder what he fed those poor children. sausages? after a sort of 1960ís scottish island holiday pastiche ferry to the place where we are playing we set up the gear on a stage, which will test our crewís tetris abilities to the max. dinner tonight is average vietnamese food for some of us and i havenít asked the others what they had yet. god, sorry for being so boring but not much has happened today other than the fact that i (barry) ate some sandwiches from the dressing room only for dominic to come in and say, ďdonít touch the meat in the sandwiches, my (canadian) brother just told me thereís been a huge recall after 12 people died from eating meat from the largest distributor of sandwich meat in canada and the best part is that the symptoms donít appear for 70 daysĒ. this means i have 69 and a half days to live coupled with what feels like shingles on my back . waiting, waiting, waiting for the concert to begin and waiting to die in less than 3 months. magic. anyway, to the concert. itís one of those venues/towns where weíve never been before and everyone is talking really loudly so we do what we always do when this happens, we have a laugh and forget about it. i remember stuart saying, ďcould the people who are jumping about in their moshpit please stop annoying the people around you, this is not a green day concertĒ. i donít know what his problem with green day is, mad weirdo. fuck buttons have decided to pick on me because i showed them this tour diary and they have declared war. i canít tell you what they did because itís far too disgusting and my dad might see this. maybe the video of it will show up on the fbís website? so war it is. in revenge for tonightís show i have instructed john to mute their instruments while they play and instead play mulligan and oíhare ditties through the pa. thatíll learn them up. john worked out what day i will die of time-delay food poisoning and itís coincidentally my birthday. my birthday determines my deathday, as metallica might say. onto the bus and off to vancouver.