The Brian Jonestown Massacre - live at Kambri ANU Canberra 19/11/2023

00:00 The Real
04:32 Do Rainbows Have Ends? (mentioned one of his favourite songs)
10:29 Wait a Minute (2:30 to Be Exact)
18:20 Pish
24:44 You Mind Is My Cafe
29:20 You Think I’m Joking?
39:17 That Girl Suicide
44:34 Nightbird
51:07 The Mother of All Fuckers
56:00 Maybe Make It Right

Didn't record many songs this time because I got a great spot and wanted to enjoy the music in the moment. (If you’d like more music, check out my videos from Hobart and Sydney gigs)

Still, I captured most of Anton's ramblings while waiting between songs:
03:29
08:20
13:19
19:01
22:20 mentioned Morrissey
26:11
32:03 Anton left, band jam
34:30
39:55
47:08 Ryan left
51:52

After the gig, he didn’t head backstage, so I asked if he got my gift (handed to a staff before the show). My friend asked for an autograph. He took the album, crouched behind the barricade, and whispered he usually doesn't do it; don't let others see. He said there were too many people around, and invited us outside the back door. We chatted for almost an hour, despite his tour manager coming over multiple times, politely telling him it was time to go.

We squeezed onto a stone platform by the side of the backdoor stairs. This time, he seemed more exhausted than in Sydney. Perhaps because there were no others around, his voice was soft and low. I noticed fresh marks (scratch marks?) on his arm and I asked about the meaning of the tattoo on the other arm. He spoke about his voice not being great, his sister, UK and US politicians, my hometown China, his bandmates, unpleasant encounters with some people, and passionately describing a dragon as immense as a deep-sea trench. His thoughts jumped around, but it’s great because mine’s too. I mentioned my boring job and he joked to comfort me. He's such a gentle person offstage.

Midway through, he started coughing but still found someone to borrow a lighter to smoke. His vodka lemon mineral water drink was right there, but he didn't drink it once. Honestly, I didn't get to say much; he didn't really give you a chance to interject. It felt like he had a lot to express and needed someone to listen. Even if I just kept him company for a while, I was happy to do so.