Coliseum - New York, NY
1993-11-14 · United States · Live · more gigs in New York
Circulating discs (2)
Under the milky way Bootleg CD
(Dead Dog Records - SE-439)
- 1. Drain you 3:53
- 2. Breed 3:03
- 3. Serve the servants 3:32
- 4. About a girl 2:44
- 5. Heart-shaped box 5:08
- 6. Sliver 2:29
- 7. Dumb 2:50
- 8. Come as you are 3:45
- 9. Lithium 4:16
- 10. Polly 2:49
- 11. Rape Me 4:53
- 12. Smells like teen spirit 4:55
- 13. All apologies 3:59
- 14. Jesus don't wants me for a sunbeam 4:41
- 15. On a plain 3:43
- 16. Blew 5:32
Live at Coliseum Tape
- 1. Radio friendly unit shifter 5:11
- 2. Drain you 3:50
- 3. Breed 3:03
- 4. Serve the servants 3:25
- 5. About a girl 3:10
- 6. Heart-shaped box 4:40
- 7. Sliver 2:46
- 8. Dumb 2:41
- 9. Come as you are 3:40
- 10. Lithium 4:11
- 11. Pennyroyal tea 3:25
- 12. School 3:08
- 13. Polly 3:26
- 14. Milk-it 3:46
- 1. Rape Me 2:35
- 2. Territorial pissings 2:29
- 3. Smells like teen spirit 5:02
- 4. All apologies 4:23
- 5. Jesus don't wants me for a sunbeam 4:44
- 6. On a plain 3:13
- 7. Scentless Apprentice 4:16
- 8. Blew 4:42
- 9. Donuts 5:08
Notes & circulating recordings
From Tour Journal Half Japaneese:
I thought New York would be easy. People have heard of us there, and we've always gotten good reviews. Two minutes into the Coliseum show, though, we were getting pelted. A lifesaver, another lifesaver, the whole pack of lifesavers...quarters...pencils...who brings pencils to a mosh pit, anyway?...cigarette lighters...paper wads. A constant rain of these things, a million people giving us the finger, cries of "you suck" (but nothing as creative or organized as Williamsburg...): it was very strange. The Breeders, on the other hand, got a great response. Sometimes it seemed that the more an audience liked us, the less they liked the Breeders, and vice versa. But we sold a lot of T-shirts that night; you figure it out.
I changed my shirt before I went out into the room, so that nobody would recognize me and start throwing money. The place was filthy and decrepit, like an indoor parking garage. Finally I ended up backstage, watching Kurt through a gap in the speakers, when these girls came up behind me and stood there watching through the same slit for about 20 minutes. They looked kind of sleazy, but in a very polished and perfect way. The opposite of your typical Nirvana grunge kid, in other words. Then it hit me: they were models! Naomi Campbell, Kate Moss, and a third who I'm sure is equally famous! I was impressed. And let me say that Kate Moss's stomach, which was not covered by her clothing, had a slightly convex curve to it, so let's not have any more stupid jokes and columns about her anorexia, please.
I thought New York would be easy. People have heard of us there, and we've always gotten good reviews. Two minutes into the Coliseum show, though, we were getting pelted. A lifesaver, another lifesaver, the whole pack of lifesavers...quarters...pencils...who brings pencils to a mosh pit, anyway?...cigarette lighters...paper wads. A constant rain of these things, a million people giving us the finger, cries of "you suck" (but nothing as creative or organized as Williamsburg...): it was very strange. The Breeders, on the other hand, got a great response. Sometimes it seemed that the more an audience liked us, the less they liked the Breeders, and vice versa. But we sold a lot of T-shirts that night; you figure it out.
I changed my shirt before I went out into the room, so that nobody would recognize me and start throwing money. The place was filthy and decrepit, like an indoor parking garage. Finally I ended up backstage, watching Kurt through a gap in the speakers, when these girls came up behind me and stood there watching through the same slit for about 20 minutes. They looked kind of sleazy, but in a very polished and perfect way. The opposite of your typical Nirvana grunge kid, in other words. Then it hit me: they were models! Naomi Campbell, Kate Moss, and a third who I'm sure is equally famous! I was impressed. And let me say that Kate Moss's stomach, which was not covered by her clothing, had a slightly convex curve to it, so let's not have any more stupid jokes and columns about her anorexia, please.