Welcome to day 8 of a 30-day tribute to the history of Duluth's favorite
BONE APPETIT LIVE at HOMEGROWN 2
Bone Appetit arrived at the back door of the Norshor Theater on the afternoon of May 6th to load in the gear and found themselves on the biggest stage they had ever seen. The boys tried to act nonchelant, but excitement and nerves were obviously running high. A few drinks, cigarettes, and Coney dogs later and they would be in fighting shape, and ready to make an impression on Duluth with their blistering 9pm set.
Hot Rod has already begun drinking much earlier in the day however, polishing off a traveler of Root Beer Schnopps during a last-minute practice that morning at the house. Right before Bone Appetit hit the stage, folks waiting for the bus across the street witnessed a pale and skinny man in leopard skin pants, bandana, and tiger skin fedora bust out of the Norshor back doors, vomit in the street, then run right back inside.
As something of a good luck charm, the band had brought the homemade sign that had hung behind them at their basement shows. Being a special occasion, the band also took extra care in selecting their outfits for the show. The most ridiculous item worn that night was a snowmobiling helmet donned by The Maestro. This turned out to be an especially poor idea as he was unable to hear himself or the rest of the band and so he had to remove it after a couple songs.
Friends and fans of Bone Appetit loved every minute of the show, chanting their name and throwing cups full of beer at the band. The rest of the crowd however seemed utterly shocked and horrified. How did a band like this ever get invited to play a festival intended to showcase the best of Duluth's music scene? Some people were amused enough to watch from the wings, well away from the mass of drunken, moshing college students at the foot of the stage.
Bone Appetit super-fans, the Cork brothers, reminisced on this very show:
I don't think either of us wanted to admit that Bone Appetit was actually pretty entertaining.
Then a topless little-person jumped onto the stage and drank a bunch of beer. He was accompanied by a very tall guy who shouted into the microphone and also drank a bunch of beer. I think they imported much of that audience, since Bone Appetit wasn't known outside the UMD basement-party scene at the time.
For the record, I did not get a high-five that evening.
Throughout the set Double Barrel was anxiously yelling at Hot Rod to tell people to stop throwing drinks on stage and settle down before the band got in trouble. Chaos won out however, as by the end, half of the crowd was on-stage with the band, dancing, yelling into the mics, and spilling beer onto the monitors, cords, and instruments.
The poor sound man, Eric Swanson (who would later help Bone Appetit record their album), was spotted immediately after they finished with a mop and a scowl cleaning up the stage so the shows could go on. The next band on the bill, Superior's Both, was indeed greeted with repeated chants of "The Next Band Sucks" by overzealous Bone Appetit fans that refused to leave for a good two or three songs into their set.
"Duluth's Worst Band" savored their first taste of the spotlight that night, and though their time in basements was not yet over, a new era for the band had begun.
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