John talks about the gig of his lifetime
(from Telegraph, thanks to Adam)
Going to a Butthole Surfers show in the late 1980s was like going to a doctor from the year 3000 – they helped people with the sounds they made.
At this show, they had two drummers, and the craziest films going on behind them. The whole thing was like a big acid trip. You could almost see the music in the air. Paul Leary took guitar-playing to another place.
He could pick his notes from the air, and turn them into something beautiful. Singer Gibby Haynes put all these effects on his voice – slowing it down, speeding it up. It was like hearing time being spread out.
It was really healthy for your brain, I would say, to understand that time is not this rigid thing. Yes, it was macabre, too, but sometimes the truth is scary.
