Friday night at Whelan’s: Eric Copeland from Black Dice is standing at the edge of the dancefloor after their show with his back to me, talking to some music geek. It takes a moment or two before the idea crosses my mind…
With one swift movement of my right foot, I could become an instant legend. I could tell all my friends — hell, I could tell the whole world:
_”I kicked Black Dice right up the arse!”_
But I refrained. (Or chickened out, however you want to see it.) The consequences may well have been dire, too dire to take such a risk. That band has quite a reputation, you know.