I love the part where he describes meeting Lux and going on about buying the Human Fly single. He’s a pretty good storyteller.
I’ve seen Henry Rollins do his spoken word show a couple times.
The first time was way back in the late 90s, and I had no idea what to expect. I knew who he was musically1, but I didn’t really know anything about “spoken word”, I just thought it’d be cool to see him do his ting.
So I showed up late, not expecting it to start on time (according to the ticket) because I’d never been to a show that had. I also showed up extremely high, as in so high that I entered the theater through the wrong door – I even remember thinking to myself, “man, these doors are kinda’ hard to open from the outside, why don’t they have normal handles?”.
The bouncers rolled their eyes and let me pass.
As if that wasn’t bad enough, the show had already started and an usher (of all things!) immediately escorted me to my seat. I had terrible cottonmouth and was desperately thirsty, but the audience was rapt and I didn’t want to leave my seat and risk disturbing them. And then he talked forever (like over two hours), and it was somehow both engrossing and thoroughly entertaining.
The last time I saw him was a just a few years ago. This time, I knew what to expect, but I didn’t find out about the show until after tickets had been on sale for a while. At that point, my only options were cheap seats near the rafters in the balcony, or uncomfortably pricey seats near the stage.
I decided to treat myself, and got a ticket up front. As it happens, the reason they were so pricey was that they included a post-show meet-n-greet with Henry (or Mr. Rollins, as I feel obliged to think of him), where he would chat for a bit and answer a few questions (from a pool of questions submitted in writing on index cards immediately prior to the show – it was a whole operation).
And that’s how I got an awkward photo (which I will not post for obvious reasons) of me and Henry Rollins, with him posing stoically, even sternly leaning into it, next to my dumb, camera-shy ass.
I still don’t really know what a spoken word show is supposed to be, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone else do one, but if you get a chance to see Henry Rollins, do it. The guy has a certain presence on stage, and he’s led an interesting life by almost any measure.
1. Black Flag was a little before my time, but I knew who they were even if I hadn’t ever seriously listened to them. I was really into Rollins Band, though, for a while. They were my angry music. A few years later, I was a bit surprised to discover that I had something like seven or eight Rollins Band albums from that era; I must have been an angry young man, for a bit.