Hole House of Blues July 6, 2010
It wasn't a train wreck. And we all had such high hopes.
Courtney Love and the four-man retinue she calls Hole these days - mostly distinguishable by their wardrobe (dreadlocked drummer, Scally-capped keyboardist/guitarist, and so forth), but who carried their share of the load - went onstage at 10:10 p.m. Tuesday night, a mere 25 minutes after their scheduled time.
And to the strains of Maurice Ravel's castanet-flouting aural-sex orchestral workout "Bolero," no less. It was the first sign of several that anyone who showed up expecting a show on the order of Love's June 27 meltdown at Washington, D.C.'s 9:30 Club, which you may have read about (and may not be entirely true), was going to be sorely disappointed.
But she had a little something for those folks, too. "I couldn't find a bra, so there was some panic," Love said before anyone had played a note. "Hi, Texas."