As a very young kid fishing from my neighbor’s shore, I had my first so-called hallucination watching my bobber dive under the water when it didn’t. Sunshine daydream? As a very young adult, I experienced a parallel epiphany when I first saw the Radiators play. A mind & body dance.
This first special fishhead opener show at the Cabooze blazed like a comet thru ultramarine sky with Peter Ostroushko on mandolin & fiddle. The freak friendly club only reached half capacity leaving lots of room to dance & squirm. Like waking up from a desirous dream, 33 years of Fishhead Nation swimming strong was coming to a head this summer. Hitting walls is not my strong suit.
Time had come for all the local fishies to swimmingly return to the scene of their childhood crimes. I used to tailgate all day & all night for these Radiators Cabooze runs. Frisbee & other delights.
First set fireworks included personal theme song “Roll me over”, collective theme tune “Smokin’ Hole”, rare greasadelic “The Train is off its tracks”, deranged “Crazy Mona” > “Fine like Wine” > “Crazy Mona”, roaming charged “Run Red Run”, obscure “Fall of Dark” & rigorously ramped up murder ballad “Little Sadie”.
Second set groovalicious nuggets were dust shined “Diamond Joe”, delight lit “Little Paradise”, decadent anthem “Drinkin’ Dragon’s Blood” & Zeke peakage “Lost Radio”. Encore was creeper “Smoke on the water” tease > “Psychotic Reaction” tease > “Whole Lotta Love” tease > creamy “Sunshine of your Love”, swamp spiced Hank Williams “Jambalaya”. The show also delivered deliberate doses of Dylan, Stones & Marvin Gaye.
I sure hope all this retirement talk turns out to be a false alarm. But I understand the desire to walk or dance away while on the very top. Untouchable. The Radiators will always occupy a wonder filled place in my heart.