Club Nokia, Los Angeles, California
May 14, 2013
One thing led to another and Umlaut found himself back in Los Angeles for work and coincidentally Motörhead were playing while I was there. Imagine that? After a typically busy, but ultimately rewarding work day, I pointed the rental car in the direction of Club Nokia. I had mentally prepared myself for the expected L.A. traffic clusterfuck ... and I was expecting the worst because the S.J. Sharks and L.A. Kings playoff game was across the mall from the venue at the same time. However, to my surprise, the cluster never happened and the drive was almost enjoyable. After parking I met up with road tripping Photo Ray and we caught up over libations and appetizers at a nearby establishment. Then we wandered over to Will Call to see what awaited us. If only all shows were this easy:
I'll say right now that Club Nokia ranks as possibly my least favorite venue. It's in a mall. It's designed more like a dance club than a proper music venue. The sight lines are terrible. They have silly rules. The VIP area is like an episode of Entourage populated by Revolver Magazine Affliction posers. I lost count of how many times I muttered "Fucking L.A..." to myself as I wandered around. All of this and Dave Grohl held court in a corner surrounded by people in skinny jeans.
Anyway, this was a one-off show for Lemmy, Phil, and Mikkey as a warm up for some important shows in Mexico later in the week. Also, as it stands now, it was also Motörhead's only headline show in North America this year. The bill was given some extra vintage spice by having Anvil as direct support instead of some lame band. Thank you, Goldenvoice.
It's been 3 years since the firestorm of adoration for Anvil spiked because of the documentary. Fast forward to 2013 and the Canadians are back to what they've always been doing: Slogging it out in the trenches.
If you bought one of every Motörhead merch item you would have paid around $250. Yeah, their merch looked good. On the way back to the hotel, some pimply-faced teenagers called me a fag. All in all it was a fun school night in the City of Angels with one of my sacred all-time favorite bands, like, ever... "and don't forget the Joker".